And burnt a hole in the night,
And quick as a flash she turned, and made
To that willer-bank on the right.
There was runnin’ and cursin,’ but Jim yelled out
Over all the infernal roar,
“I’ll hold her nozzle agin the bank
Till the last galoot’s ashore.”
Through the hot black breath of the burnin’ boat
Jim Bludso’s voice was heard,
And they all had trust in his cussedness,