Sailors' Boarding House cho: Nobody knows what the sailors eat Pass no remarks about the meat. Eat your pie and shut your mouth In the hungry starving boarding house. In the boarding house across the street That is where old sailors eat Noon and night with a terrible crash They make short work of old Mother Head's hash. Old Seth Loaner sleeps in the attic Snores all night with a hell of a racket Gave old Mother Head the run Chased him out with a Gatling gun. One of the sailors ran away Got half drunk and he could not stay Chased him down the Portland road Hard to get away with the board he owed. See also Hungry Hash House Collected by Fowkes in Nova Scotia RG
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