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MAULING LIVE OAK One day I was traveling - I happened to think, "My pockets are empty, I can't buy a drink. I am an old bummer, completely dead broke, And there's nothing to do but go mauling live oak." cho: Derry down, down, down, derry down. Well, I went right away for to see Captain Swift To see and find out could he give me a lift. He looked me all over from top unto toe. Said he "You're the boy that live-oaking must go " Then he brought out the contract that both of us signed To keep and secure if we both were inclined. But the very best wages that he could afford 'Twas only five dollars a month and my board Well I had to get ready without much delay, For the schooner was sailing the very next day With two pints of whiskey, a pipe and a spoon Away we set sail for Mosquito Lagoon. Now, bluff was the game that we played every night, And in it Charles Douglass he took great delight. He won my tobacco, while others cracked jokes He said, "You'll get more when you're mauling live oak." Now, mauling this live oak, I'll say it's great fun, Especially the dry ones that makes the sweat run. It'll make your axe handles to glimmer and smoke - You need iron handles for mauling live oak. It's mosquitoes by day, and it's midges by night. The sand fleas and bedbugs, they bother me quite, And if ever back home my head I do poke, To Hell I'll kick Swift and his goddam live oak. From Minstrelsy of Maine, via Tom McHenry who blended three versions. Recorded by the Boarding Party, Folk Legacy @logger @work @bitching filename[ MAULOAK RG |
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