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RIVER SONGS
The "Queen" was doin' her level best
An' she wasn't leadin' far — Fer the "Pauline" stuck like a barber's leech — But she let her siren whistle screech When she led the way into Dodson's Reach,
Three miles from Santee Bar. Sing ho! fer the "Pauline's" roustabout A-rollin' the Bismarck cargo out,
Big barrels o' black pine tar.
The "Pauline's" chief was a sight to see
As he stood on the swingin' stage.
"I'll beat that pop-eyed levee-rat
If he banks his fires with bacon fat;
Pile in that tar an' let her scat
An' never mind the gauge!"
Sing ho! fer the boilers singein' red
An' the black smoke vomitin' overhead From the furnace' flamin' rage.
An' she gained, that rattle-trap mud-scow did, While her wake got white with spray, An' forty rods from the landin'-plank Her bow was a-beam o' the "North Queen's" flank An' her pilot rushin' her fer the bank
To block the "North Queen's" way. Sing ho! fer the boilers' burstin' roar As they hurl them loose from the splittin' floor, An' tear the decks away.
But the captain bold of the ex-"Pauline,"
He didn't stop a bit, Fer he flew with the wreckage through the air An' fell on the landin', fair an' square, An' the "Queen" run in an' found him there,
R'ared up from where he'd lit. An' he yelled: "You rouster, I've won the race! Go git a boat that can keep my pace,
Yer 'North Queen' doesn't fit!" |
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