Sugar in the Hold

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