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The Hog-Eye Man

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Oh hand me down my riding cane
I’m off to meet my darlin’ Jane

And a hog-eye
Railroad navvy with his hog-eye
Steady on the jig, with a hog-eye oh
She wants the hog-eye man

He came to the shack where his Sally did dwell
Knocked on the door and he rang her bell

Oh who’s been here since I’ve been gone
Railroad navvy with his sea-boots on

Oh the hog-eye man is the man for me
He came a-sailing from the sea

Oh Sally in the garden picking peas
Her golden hair hanging down to her knees

Oh Sally in the garden shelling peas
With a young hog-eye sittin’ on her knees

Oh the hog-eye men are all the go
When they come down to San Francisco

Oh a hog-eye ship and a hog-eye crew
A hog-eye mate and a skipper too

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