Classic Poem

1. I shipped on board of th' Ebenezer , Ev'ry day was
" Scrub and grease her. " Send us aloft to scrape her down, And
if we growl they'll knock us down. Oh, git along, boys,
git along, do, Be handy, boys, be handy!

2 Our first mate's name was Dickie Green, sir,
The dirtiest man you ever seen, sir!
Walking the quarter with a bucko cap,
He thought himself no common chap.

3 A Boston buck for second greaser,
He used to ship in Limejuice greasers.
The Limejuice greasers got too hot;
He made a jump for Boston dock.

4 We had no spuds for our dinner,
As sure as I'm a living sinner;
Our bread was tough as any brass
And our meat was as salt as Lot's wife's. . . .