On Board the "Rocket"

by Robert C. Adams

Chorus. Hur-rah, you roll-ing riv-er.

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

Chorus. Ah hah, I'm bound a-way o'er the wild Mis-sou-ri.

Shanadore's a packet sailor,
Chorus.
Shanadore's a bright mulatto,
Chorus.
Shanadore I long to hear you.
Chorus.

and so the song goes on, according to the ingenuity of the impromptu composer.

Sailors are not total abstainers as a rule, and one would suspect that a song like "Whiskey Johnny" might find frequent utterance:—