Fire Maringo
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<song> | |||
Lift him up and carry him along, | Lift him up and carry him along, | ||
''Fire Marengo, fire away,'' | ''Fire Marengo, fire away,'' | ||
Send him down where he belongs, | Send him down where he belongs, | ||
''Fire Marengo, fire away.'' | ''Fire Marengo, fire away.'' | ||
Stow him down in the hold below, | Stow him down in the hold below, | ||
One more turn and then we'll go | One more turn and then we'll go | ||
Ease him down and let him lay, | Ease him down and let him lay, | ||
One more turn and then we're away | One more turn and then we're away | ||
When I gets back to the old Brass Coast | When I gets back to the old Brass Coast | ||
I'll pass a line to the one I missed most | I'll pass a line to the one I missed most | ||
I'll haul her high, I'll haul her low, | I'll haul her high, I'll haul her low, | ||
I'll bust her blocks and make her go | I'll bust her blocks and make her go | ||
Isn't she a pretty little craft, | Isn't she a pretty little craft, | ||
Hot shot to the fore and rounded in the aft | Hot shot to the fore and rounded in the aft | ||
Screw the cotton, screw it down | Screw the cotton, screw it down | ||
Let's get the hell from Sirroc town | Let's get the hell from Sirroc town | ||
Lift him up and carry him along, | Lift him up and carry him along, | ||
Send him down where he belongs. | Send him down where he belongs. | ||
</song> | |||
[[Category:Brass Coast Music]] | [[Category:Brass Coast Music]] | ||
[[Category:The Brass Coast]] | [[Category:The Brass Coast]] | ||
[[Category:Music]] | [[Category:Music]] | ||
Revision as of 09:44, 24 July 2012
Trad. Recording by Madrigirls here
Lift him up and carry him along,
Fire Marengo, fire away,
Send him down where he belongs,
Fire Marengo, fire away.
Stow him down in the hold below, One more turn and then we'll go
Ease him down and let him lay, One more turn and then we're away
When I gets back to the old Brass Coast I'll pass a line to the one I missed most
I'll haul her high, I'll haul her low, I'll bust her blocks and make her go
Isn't she a pretty little craft, Hot shot to the fore and rounded in the aft
Screw the cotton, screw it down Let's get the hell from Sirroc town
Lift him up and carry him along, Send him down where he belongs.