SAILORS' BOARDING HOUSE



cho: Nobody knows what the sailors eat

Pass no remarks about the meat.

Eat your pie and shut your mouth

In the hungry starving boarding house.



In the boarding house across the street

That is where old sailors eat

Noon and night with a terrible crash

They make short work of old Mother Head's hash.



Old Seth Loaner sleeps in the attic

Snores all night with a hell of a racket

Gave old Mother Head the run

Chased him out with a Gatling gun.



One of the sailors ran away

Got half drunk and he could not stay

Chased him down the Portland road

Hard to get away with the board he owed.



See also HASHOUSE

Collected by Fowkes in Nova Scotia

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