| Lyrics: | Yellow Meal
As l walked out one morning down by the Sliglo dock,
Heave away, my
Johnnies, heave away.
I overheard an lrishman conversing with Tapscott;
Aned away my
bully boys, we're all bound to go.
Good morning, Mr. Tapscott, would you be after telling
to me
Have you ever a ship bound for New York in the State of Amerikee.
Oh, yes, my
pretty Irish boy, I have a ship or two,
They're laying at the wharf there, waiting for a
crew;
(or " I have the Josh A. Walker and I have the Kangaroo")
They are New York
packets, and on Friday they will sail,
At present she is taking in one thousand bags of
meal.
Straightaway then I started, 'twas on the yellow-grog road,
Such roars of
mille-murder! Oh, the like was never known;
And there I paid my passage down in solid lrish
gold,
It's often times that I sat down and wished myself at home.
The very day we
started, 'twas on the one of May,
The captain he came upon the deck, these words to us did
say;
Cheer up, my hearty Irish blades, don't let your courage fail.
Today I'll serve
you pork and beans, tomorrow yellow meal.
One day as we were sailing in the channel of
St. James,
A north-west wind came to us, and drove us back again;
Bad luck to the
Josh A. Walker, and the day that she set sail,
For the dirty sailors broke open my chest, and
stole my yellow meal.
But now I'm in America, and working upon the canal,
To cross
the ocean in one of those boats, I know l never shall,
But I'll cross it in a great big
ship that carries both steam and sail
Where I'll get lashings of corned meat ewvery day and
none of your yellow
meal
Note: Apparently this one started life as a music-hall
song, making use of
the Irish pronunciation of "mail" for meal: A packet ship
(highly
desirable) carried mail. RG
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