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A LIFE BY DE GALLEY FIRE.
A life by de galley fire,
An a home in de ole Caboose,
Is de one I much admier,
As I cook de captain's goose,
Like a lub sick coon I pine,
Wheneber I go a shore,
And I sigh for de possum soup
An de ole Caboose one more.
A life by de galley ire, &c.
An a home in de ole Caboose,
Is de one I much admier,
As I cook de captain's goose,
Like a lub sick coon I pine,
Wheneber I go a shore,
And I sigh for de possum soup
An de ole Caboose one more.
A life by de galley ire, &c.
Once more in de midst I stand,
Ob de steam an' fire an' smoke;
An' first I crack de eggs,
An' den I crack de joke,
An' when dese nigs on board,
Hab all blown out dere skin;
In de corner I sit an' smoke,
An toast my hansome shin.
A life by de galley fire, &c.
Ob de steam an' fire an' smoke;
An' first I crack de eggs,
An' den I crack de joke,
An' when dese nigs on board,
Hab all blown out dere skin;
In de corner I sit an' smoke,
An toast my hansome shin.
A life by de galley fire, &c.
An' sometimes as I sit dere.
In injected mood I pine,
An, I tink ob of lubly Rosa,
Dat I left in Caroline,
But soon my grief I cure,
Wid a slice of de pickle ham,
An dero till de eight bell strike,
Wid all tings nice I cram.
A life by de galley fire.
In injected mood I pine,
An, I tink ob of lubly Rosa,
Dat I left in Caroline,
But soon my grief I cure,
Wid a slice of de pickle ham,
An dero till de eight bell strike,
Wid all tings nice I cram.
A life by de galley fire.
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