In the Black Ball Lines
I served my time,
To me hoodah! To me hoodah!
In a full rigged ship
and in her prime,
To me hoodah, hoodah, day!
Blow, boys, blow,
For Californio!
For there's plenty of gold,
So I've been told,
On the banks of the Sacramento!

Oh we were the boys to make her go,
To me hoodah! To me hoodah!
Around Cap Horne in the frost and snow,
To me hoodah, hoodah, day!
Blow, boys, blow, ...

Around Cap Horn in seventy days,
To me hoodah! To me hoodah!
Around Cap Horn is a mighty long ways,
To me hoodah, hoodah, day!
Blow, boys, blow, ...

When we was tracking around Cap Horn,
To me hoodah! To me hoodah!
I often wished I'd never been born,
To me hoodah, hoodah, day!
Blow, boys, blow, ...

Oh, the mate he whacked me
around and around,
To me hoodah! To me hoodah!
And I wished I was home
all safe and sound,
To me hoodah, hoodah, day!
Blow, boys, blow, ...

To the Sacramento we are bound away,
To me hoodah! To me hoodah!
To the Sacramento it's a hell of a way,
To me hoodah, hoodah, day!
Blow, boys, blow, ...