| Well I wish I was in Mobile Bay
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| Screwing cotton all the day
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| But I’m stowing sugar in the hold below
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| Below, below, below
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| Hey ho, below below
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| Stowing sugar in the hold below
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| Hey ho, below below
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| Stowing sugar in the hold below
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| Well the J.M. White, she’s a brand new boat
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| Stern to stern she’s mighty fine
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| Can beat any boat on the New Orleans line
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| Stowing sugar in the hold below
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| Hey ho, below below
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| Stowing sugar in the hold below
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| Hey ho, below below
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| Stowing sugar in the hold below
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| Well the engineer shouts through his trumpet
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| «Tell the men we’ve got bad news
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| Can get no steam for the fire in the flue»
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| Stowing sugar in the hold below
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| Hey ho, below below
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| Stowing sugar in the hold below
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| Hey ho, below below
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| Stowing sugar in the hold below
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| Well the captain’s on the quarter deck
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| Scratching 'way at his old neck
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| He shouts out «heave the larboard lead»
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| Stowing sugar in the hold below
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| Hey ho, below below
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| Stowing sugar in the hold below
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| Hey ho, below below
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| Stowing sugar in the hold below
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| Hey ho, below below
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| Stowing sugar in the hold below
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| Hey ho, below below
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| Stowing sugar in the hold below |