Oh yesterday, I t'ink it was, while cruisin' down the street,
I met with Bill. — " Hullo, " he says, " let 's give the girls a treat. "
We'd red bandanas round our necks 'n' our shrouds new rattled down,
So we filled a couple of Santy Cruz and cleared for Sailor Town.

We scooted south with a press of sail till we fetched to a caboose,
The " Sailor's Rest, " by Dago Tom, alongside " Paddy's Goose. "
Red curtains to the windies, ay, 'n' white sand to the floor,
And an old blind fiddler liltin' the tune of " Lowlands no more. "

He played the " Shaking of the Sheets " 'n' the couples did advance,
Bowing, stamping, curtsying, in the shuffling of the dance;
The old floor rocked and quivered, so it struck beholders dumb,
'N' arterwards there was sweet songs 'n' good Jamaikey rum.

'N' there was many a merry yarn of many a merry spree
Aboard the ships with royals set a-sailing on the sea,
Yarns of the hooker Spindrift , her as had the clipper-bow, —
" There ain't no ships, " says Bill to me, " like that there hooker now. "

When the old blind fiddler played the tune of " Pipe the Watch Below. "
The skew-eyed landlord dowsed the glim and bade us " stamp 'n' go, "
'N' we linked it home, did Bill 'n' I, adown the scattered streets,
Until we fetched to Land o' Nod atween the linen sheets.