I came across this in 50 Sailors' Songs or Chanties (Boosey circa 1870). The book has no notes at all though it is included in the "anchor songs" (so I'm assuming it's a capstan shanty). I can't find any information on it in Hugill, Shay, Sam Henry, Creighton or Huntington. Perhaps it is known by another name? Can anyone tell me something of this?

All I have is the lyrics at the moment. I'll include the tune as soon as I finish it...

HOODAH DAY SHANTY

As I was walking down the street,
Hoodah, to my hoodah,
A charming girl I chanced to meet,
Hoodah, hoodah day,
Blow ye winds, heigh-ho,
For California O,
There's plenty of gold, so I'm told.
On the banks of Sacramento.

The girl was sweet and fair to view.
Hoodah, to my hoodah,
Her hair so brown, her eyes so blue.
Hoodah, hoodah day,
Blow ye winds, heigh-ho,
For California O,
There's plenty of gold, so I'm told.
On the banks of Sacramento.

I said, 'Fair maiden, how d'ye do?
Hoodah, to my hoodah,
'Quite well, sir, no thanks to you!'
Hoodah, hoodah day,
Blow ye winds, heigh-ho,
For California O,
There's plenty of gold, so I'm told.
On the banks of Sacramento.

I asked then if she'd take a trip
Hoodah, to my hoodah,
A-down the docks to see a ship
Hoodah, hoodah day,
Blow ye winds, heigh-ho,
For California O,
There's plenty of gold, so I'm told.
On the banks of Sacramento.

'No thank you sir, I will not go,
Hoodah, to my hoodah,
I thank you, but must answer 'no!
Hoodah, hoodah day,
Blow ye winds, heigh-ho,
For California O,
There's plenty of gold, so I'm told.
On the banks of Sacramento.

'My love is young, my love is true;
Hoodah, to my hoodah,
I would not leave my love for you
Hoodah, hoodah day,
Blow ye winds, heigh-ho,
For California O,
There's plenty of gold, so I'm told.
On the banks of Sacramento.

So, quickly then I strode away,
Hoodah, to my hoodah,
I'd not another word to say.
Hoodah, hoodah day,
Blow ye winds, heigh-ho,
For California O,
There's plenty of gold, so I'm told.
On the banks of Sacramento.

Sing and heave, and heave and sing,
Hoodah, to my hoodah,
Heave and make the handspikes spring,
Hoodah, hoodah day,
Blow ye winds, heigh-ho,
For California O,
There's plenty of gold, so I'm told.
On the banks of Sacramento.