On Board the "Rocket"

by Robert C. Adams

Chorus. Hur-rah, you high low. For with-out Tom-my I can't do.

Chorus. My Tommy's gone a high low.

My Tommy's gone on the Eastern Shore,
Chorus.
My Tommy's gone to Baltimore,
Chorus.

A person who knows a little of geography can send Tommy around the world according to his own discretion.

One of the best illustrations of the absolute nothingness that characterizes the words of these songs, is given by the utterances attending the melody called "Shanadore," which probably means Shenandoah, a river in Virginia. I often have heard such confusing statements as the following:—

SHANADORE.

Sha-na-dore's a roll-ing riv-er,