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The Big Black Trawler
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The very best ship that ever I knew,
Ah-way O, to me O
Was a big black trawler with a deep-sea crew–
Sing, my bullies, let the bullgine run.

There was one old devil with a broken nose
Ah-way O, to me O
He was four score years, as I suppose–
But, sing, my bullies, let the bullgine run.

We was wrecked last March, in a Polar storm
Ah-way O, to me O
And we asked the old cripple if his feet was warm–
Sing, my bullies, let the bullgine run.

And the old, old devil (he was ninety at the most)
Ah-way O, to me O
Roars, “Ay, warm as a lickle piece of toast”–
So sing, my bullies, let the bullgine run.

“For I soaked my sea-boots and my dungarees
Ah-way O, to me O
In the good salt water that the Lord don’t freeze”–
Oh, sing, my bullies, let the bullgine run.