Congo River

Was you ever on the Congo River
Blow, Boys, Blow
Well yes I've been on the Congo River
Blow, me bully boys, blow

The Congo She's a mighty river
Where the fever makes a white man shiver

A Yankee ship came down the river
her masts and yards they shone like silver

How do you know she's a Yankee slaver
by the blood and guts that flow from her scupper

what do you think we had for breakfast
'twas the starbourd side of an old sou'wester

what do you think we had for dinner
'twas Lenten soup and a squeeze in the wringer

what do you think we had for supper
was a kick in the pants and a brawl in the scupper

what do you think we carried as cargo
'twas black sheep breaking the embargo

It's blow today and blow tomorrow
it's blow for this hell ship of sorrow.