With a Barnacle Under the Binnacle cho: With a barnacle under the binnacle And a bottle of pop on the poop; And the odor of salmon prevails in the cabin We sail on our sloppy old sloop. We've got loads of coffee in the galley By golly, a big coffee urn Three times a day the dishes are cleaned by the fishes That sluice from the stem to the stern. Our skipper is sturdy and stocky, Encrusted with the salt of the sea He causes a rumpus by kicking the compass And yodeling "Mother Machree" So it's over the querulous currents We'll go wherever we're blown So, in spite of the motion we'll conquer the ocean In the sloppy little sloop of our own. note: Heard from Stu Frank. Reportedly collected in Washington state in 1945 as part of the field work for someone else's thesis. RG
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