A Year with a Whaler

by Walter Noble Burns

"As I was going down Broadway Street
A pretty young girl I chanced to meet."

And the sailors would sing:

"To my rolling Rio Grande.
Hurrah, you Rio, rolling Rio.
So fare you well, my pretty young girl,
I'm bound for the Rio Grande."

"Blow, Boys, Blow" was another with which we made the Arctic ring. The other ships could not have failed to hear its swinging rhythm as it burst from our lusty lungs in this fashion:

Gabriel:

"A Yankee ship came down the river."

The sailors:

"Blow, boys, blow."

Gabriel: