| lyric | Come all ye tender and faint hearted blokes
and a welcome warning take from me,
Until I narrate the dangers across on the mighty sea,
Suer many is the toil and trouble, my bonny bays that I’ve been thro’
Aship with the Steward and the Cook, me boys, aboard of the Bug-a-aBoo.
When first I saw the nate little craft she was in the Patrick Street Canal,
She looked so neat and trim, boys, forget her shape I never, never shall,
And the captain he wore an old straw hat, knee—breeches and a body coat of blue,
He cut such a elegant figure-head, me lads, to ornament the Bug-a-Boo.
We sailed away till the break of day, and the sea ran mountains high,
And the lightning roared and the thunder flashed, and wrenched the dark red sky,
And the second mate he gave orders for us our sail to clew,
And the captain in his cabin was smoking his dudeen, set fire to the Bug-a—Boo.
When the captain found out what he had done he loudly for help did shout,
Shure he bawled out thro’ the chimney pot for the helmsman to come and put it out,
But the helmsman he was fast asleep, and we our sails did clew,
And the fire got so far in the middle of the Terf, they couldn’t save the Bug—a-Boo.
We sailed away till the break of day to a latitude of forty-four,
And the poor Bug-a-Bao she burnt, me boys, until she couldn’t burn anymore,
And the captain he gave orders to lower away the boats and save the crew
And a thousand sods of turf, and eleven million fleas went to blazes in the Bug-a-Boo: |