The Terracotta Flower Pot

1 I served my time in the Black Ball Line,
Blow, boys, blow!
I served my time in the Black Ball Line,
Blow, my bully boys, blow!

2 A Yankee ship comes down the river. TWICE .

3 And what do you think they had for dinner?
Oh, monkey's liver in hot water.

4 They say, old man, your horse will die. TWICE .

5 And when he dies, I'll tan his hide. TWICE .

6 And we'll pickle him down for sailors' use.
Oh, we'll pickle him down for sailors' use.

7 And the sailors can curse as they pick his bones.
Oh, the sailors can curse as they pick his bones.
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