| lyric | 1. In the Black Ball Line I served my time,
with a hoodah, hoodah day.
In a full rigged shio and in her prime,
with a hooda, hoodah day.
Chorus:
Blow, blow, blow for Californio,
There is plenty of gold,
so I’ve been told,
On the banks of the Sacramento.
2. O we were the boys to make her go
With a hoodah, with a hoodah,
Around Cape Horn in the frost and snow,
With a hoodah, hoodah day.
3. Around Cape Stiff in seventy days,
Around Cape Stiff is a mighty long ways.
4. When we was tacking ’round Cape Horn,
I often wished I’d a never been born.
5. 0the mate he whacked me around and around
And I wishedl was home all safe and sound.
6. O when we got to the Frisco docks
The girls were all in their Sunday frocks. |