208 A YEAR WITH A WHALER 



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 : 



"And who do you think was skipper of her? 

 Dandy Jim of old Carolina." 



Sailors : 



" Blow, my bully boys, blow." 

 JJabriel : 



"And who do you think was second greaser? 

 Why, Pompey Squash, that big buck nigger.'* 



Sailors : 



" Blow, boys, blow." 

 Gabriel : 



'And what do you think they had for dinner? 

 Monkey lights and donkey's liver." 



