Yellow Meal - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
YELLOW MEAL. 
As I walked one morning down by the Sligo dock, I overheard an Irishman conversing with Tapscott; Good-morning, Mr. Tapscott, would you be after telling to me, Have you ever a ship bound for New York in the State of Amerikee. 
Oh, yes, my pretty Irish boy, I have a ship or two. They're laying at the wharf there, waiting for a crew; They are New York packets, and on Friday they will sail, At present she is taking in one thousand bags of meal. 
Straightway then I started, 'twas on the yellow-grog road. Such roars of mille-murder! oh, the like was never known; And there I paid my passage down in solid Irish gold, It's often times that I sat down and wished myself at home. 
The very day we started, 'twas on the first of May, The captain he came upon the deck, these words to us did say: Cheer up, my hearty Irish blades, don't let your courage fail, To-day I'll serve you pork and beans, to-morrow yellow meal. 
One day as we were sailing in the channel of St. James, A northwest wind came up to us, and drove us back again; Bad luck to the "Josh. A. Walker," and the day that she set sail. Likewise to Capt. Tapscott, and his dirty yellow meal. 
And then I went to Liverpool, walking thro' the street. Not a penny in my pocket, not a mouthful for to eat; Bad luck to the "Josh. A. Walker," and the day that she set sail, For the dirty sailors broke open my chest and stole my yellow meal. 
But now I'm in America, and working upon the canal. To cross the stream in one of these boats, I know I never shall. But I'll cross it in a great big ship that carries both meat and sail. Where I'll get lashings of corned meat, and none of your yellow meal.