The Big Black Trawler

The very best ship that ever I knew,         --Ah-way O, to me O--     Was a big black trawler with a deep-sea crew--         Sing, my bullies, let the bullgine run.     There was one old devil with a broken nose         --Ah-way O, to me O--     He was four score years, as I suppose--         But, sing, my bullies, let the bullgine run.     We was wrecked last March, in a Polar storm         --Ah-way O, to me O--     And we asked the old cripple if his feet was warm--         Sing, my bullies, let the bullgine run.     And the old, old devil (he was ninety at the most)         --Ah-way O, to me O--     Roars, "Ay, warm as a lickle piece of toast"--         So sing, my bullies, let the bullgine run.     "For I soaked my sea-boots and my dungarees         --Ah-way O, to me O--     In the good salt water that the Lord don't freeze"--         Oh, sing, my bullies, let the bullgine run.