The Yankee Ship
Well, a Yankee ship sailed down the river
Blow, boys, blow
Oh, a Yankee ship in the Congo River
Blow, me bully boys, blow
How do you know she's a Yankee clipper?
The Stars and Stripes they fly above her
And who do you think's the skipper of her?
Old Holy Joe the darkie slaver
And what do you think she's got for cargo?
Guns and shot, she runs the embargo
What do you think they'll have for dinner?
Hot water soup, but slightly thinner
Blow today, and blow tomorrow
Blow for all old tars in sorrow
