THE BUG-A-BOO

Come all ye tender and faint hearted blokes
And a welcome warning take by me,
Until I narrate the dangers
Across on the mighty sea
. Sure many is the toil and trouble, me bonny boys
That I've been through a-ship
With the steward and the cook, me boys
, Aboard of the Bug-aBoo.

When first I saw the nate little craft
She was in the Patrick Street Canal
She looked so neat and trim, boys,
Forget her shape I never shall,
And the captain he wore an old straw hat,
Knee britches and a body coat of blue,
He cut such an elegant figure-head, me lads
To ornament the Bug-a Boo.
We sailed away till the break of day,
And the sea ran mountains high,
And the lightning roared and the thunder flashed,
And wrenched the dark red sky.
And the second mate he gave orders
For us our sail to clew,
And the captain in his cabin was smoking his dúidín Set fire to the Bug-a-Boo.

When the captain foud out what he had done
He loudly bawled out through the chimney pot
For the helmsman to come and to put it out.
But the helmsman was fast asleep,
And we our sails did clew,
And the fire got so far in the middle of the Terf,
They couldn't save the Bug-a-Boo.

We sailed away till the break of day
To a latitude of forty-four.
And the poor Bug-a-Boo she burnt, me boys,
Until she couldn't burn anymore,
And the captain he gave orders
To lower away the boats and save the crew.
And a thousand sods of turf, and eleven million fleasBug-a-Boo.

Traditional, Arr. by James N.Healy
Dúidín:(Pronounced "DOO-jeen". A short stemed clay pipe.

Brían.