As l walked out one morning down by the Sliglo dock,
Heave away, my Johnnies, heave away
I overheard an lrishman conversing with Tapscott;
Aned away my bully boys, we're all bound to go

Good morning, Mr Tapscott, would you be after telling to me
Have you ever a ship bound for New York in the State of Amerikee

Oh, yes, my pretty Irish boy, I have a ship or two,
They're laying at the wharf there, waiting for a crew;
(or " I have the Josh A Walker and I have the Kangaroo")

They are New York packets, and on Friday they will sail,
At present she is taking in one thousand bags of meal

Straightaway then I started, 'twas on the yellow-grog road,
Such roars of mille-murder! Oh, the like was never known;
And there I paid my passage down in solid lrish gold,
It's often times that I sat down and wished myself at home

The very day we started, 'twas on the one of May,
The captain he came upon the deck, these words to us did say;

Cheer up, my hearty Irish blades, don't let your courage fail
Today I'll serve you pork and beans, tomorrow yellow meal

One day as we were sailing in the channel of St James,
A north-west wind came to us, and drove us back again;

Bad luck to the Josh A Walker, and the day that she set sail,
For the dirty sailors broke open my chest, and stole my yellow meal

But now I'm in America, and working upon the canal,
To cross the ocean in one of those boats, I know l never shall,

But I'll cross it in a great big ship that carries both steam and sail
Where I'll get lashings of corned meat ewvery day and none of your yellow
meal

Note: Apparently this one started life as a music-hall song, making use of
the Irish pronunciation of "mail" for meal: A packet ship (highly
desirable) carried mail RG

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