30 Jan 23 - 02:47 PM (#4163976) Subject: Lyr Add: Sugar in the Hold (slightly salty) From: GUEST,Rick Pollay (aka Saul T. Dawg) The hard work and drudgery of being a stevedore stowing sugar in the hold below could be easier to bear when recalling (or fantazing) about women known in various ports of call. (Note that these are my NEW lyrics, NOT the traditional fragments from the 19th Cent. which didn't rhyme or tell much of a story.) Hey ho. Below – below. Stowing sugar in the hold below Hey ho. Below – below. Stowing sugar in the hold below I knew a rough gal in N’awlins town She always dressed in hand-me-downs She would set ‘em up then knock ‘em down She was sugar in the hold below CHORUS I knew a Georgia gal called Happy Hannah (or Cuban gal) A big brown gal down in old Savannah (or Havana) She stomped her feet when she played piana She was sugar in the hold below CHORUS I knew me a gal in South Carolina In Charleston port no one was finer A working gal since she was a minor She was sugar in the hold below CHORUS I knew a long, tall gal on the Chesapeake shore She was the toast of Baltimore Made me feel like a kid in a candy store! She was sugar in the hold below CHORUS I knew a wee little gal in New York City She was mighty sweet and mighty pretty But now she’s spliced and more’s the pity She was sugar in the hold below CHORUS In Boston, Mass, I knew an Irish lass We wined and dined with the upper class Went out on the town, but never to Mass (She’d rather play with my snake in the grass!) (optional addenda) She was sugar in the hold below CHORUS (x2) |