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Thread #148927 Message #3462249
Posted By: Bill D
06-Jan-13 - 03:16 PM
Thread Name: BS: I Love Clams
Subject: RE: BS: I Love Clams
HARRY HERMAN by John Bailey (maybe Sam Hinton, who recorded it)
Harry Herman he was short and fat But the best clam digger out of Poppum Flat. And he always said with a touch of pride He could dig six barrels on a ten foot tide.
Mary Muggins she was tall and thin And she promised ol' Harry she would marry him, But she kept delayin' when she'd be his bride 'Cuz they looked so simple settin' side by side.
Harry Herman says "No I won't wait, Quit your foolin' and set the date, If we keep delayin' we could both be dead, And I know another woman up in Parker Head."
Mary Muggins got into a stew She really didn't know just what to do But at last she said "I'll be your bride When you've dug six barrels on a ten foot tide."
Harry Herman, when the moon was full Give his hoe a polish and his boots a pull, He took his skiff and was waintin' around Right on the spot when the tide went down.
Harry Herman he begin to dig When the holes was thickest and the clams was big And when the tide had reached its low, He'd filled three barrels and had three to go.
Harry Herman, when the tide was slack Had two sore arms and an achin' back He kept on diggin' away like sin Because he had to get the clams before the tide come in.
Harry Herman when the tide returned He was seein' visions and his windpipe burned When the tide got up to where he stood He'd filled five barrels and filled them good.
Mary Muggins she began to shout "You can't dig clams and the tide ain't out!" "Quit your chowderin' and I ain't through yet I've dug them dry and I can dig them wet!"
Mary Muggings said, "Come in please, The tide is risin' up around your knees!" "Well let'er rise around my neck I want them clams and I'm short one peck!"
Mary Muggins she screamed, "Come in The tide is risin' up around your chin!" "You may not see me again alive But I'll get them clams if I have to die!"
Mary Muggins was about to pop Says, "I'll marry you now if you'll only stop!" But the only answer from down below Was a little stream of bubbles that told her no.
Poor Harry at the next low tide was found Still standin' in the spot right where he drowned His hoe was tight in both of his hands And the pockets of his overalls was full of clams.
Now when the moon is full and the tide is low You can still see Harry and his ghostly hoev He never will stop even though he died, "Til he's dug six barrels on a ten foot tide.