Roll the Cotton Down

1 Way down South where I was born,
Roll the cotton down:
I worked in the cotton and the corn,
Oh, roll the cotton down.

2 When I was young and in my prime,
I thought I'd go and join the Line,

3 And for a sailor caught a shine,
I joined on a ship of the Swallowtail (Black Cross, Black Ball) Line.
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