Classic Poem

A Yankee ship comes down the river,
Blow, boys, blow!
A Yankee ship with a Yankee skipper,
Blow, my bully boys, blow!

How do you know she's a Yankee clipper;
Because her masts and yards shine like silver.

Who do you think is captain of her?
Old Holy Joe, the darky lover.

What do you think she's got for cargo?
Why, " black sheep " that have run the embargo.

What do you think they'll have for dinner?
Why, monkeys' tails and bullocks' liver.

Oh, blow today and blow tomorrow,
Blow, boys, blow!
Oh, blow me down to the Congo River,
Blow, my bully boys, blow!