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Banks of the Sacramento. This comes straight from the mouth of Stan Hugill, the great sea song collector, who was a chanteyman on square riggers himself. I collected this during a famous workshop at a Mystic Seaport Sea Music Festival in the late 1980s.

Banks of the Sacramento 


As I was walking down the strand,
Hoo dah, hoo dah.
I spied two bitches hand in hand.
Oh, hoo dah day.

Chorus:

Blow, boys, blow, for Californi-o.
There's plenty of grass to wipe your ass
On the banks of the Sacramento.

I chose the one with the curly locks;
Hoo dah, etc..
She's the bugger that gave me the pox.
Oh, etc..

So off to the doctor I did go
Prick and balls I had to show.

In come the doctor with a bloody big lance
Said, "Now, young sailor, I'll make ye dance."

In come the nurse with a mustard poultice
She jammed it on, but I took no notice.

Now I'm well and free from pain
If I meet that whore I'll fuck her again.


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