Fire Maringo
Lift him up and carry him along
Fire Maringo, fire away!
Put him down where he belong
Fire Maringo, fire away!
Ease him down and let him lay,
Screw him in and there he'll stay.
Stow him in his hole below,
Say he must and then he'll go.
When I get back to Liverpool Town,
I'll pass a line to little Sally Brown.
I'll haul her high and I'll haul her low,
I'll bust her blocks and I'll make her go.
Oh, Sally, she's a pretty little craft,
Hot shot to the fore and a rounded aft.
Screw the cotton, screw him down.
Let's get the hell from the Hilo Town.
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