Congo River Was you never down the Congo River, Blow, boys, blow; Where the fever makes the white man shiver, Blow, me bully boys, blow. Yonder comes a Yankee packet Blow ... She fires her guns, don't you hear the racket Blow... Oh, how do you know she's a Yankee clipper? Why, her masts and yards, they shine like silver Oh, what do you think the crew eats for dinner? Oh, a monkey's arse and a sandfly's liver And who do you think is the skipper of her? Oh, a blackjack slave, the bowery runner And what do you think they get for supper? Oh, a punch in the mouth and a roll in the skuppers (Repeat 1st verse) JY
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