Hog‐Eye Man

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 a jig with a hog-eye, oh,
She wants the hog-eye man!
Oh, the hog-eye man is the man for me,
Sailin' down from o'er the sea.
Oh, he came to the shack where Sally did dwell,
He knocked on the door, he rung a bell.
Oh, who's been here since I been gone,
Railroad navvy with his sea-boots on.
If I catch him here with Sally once more,
I'll sling me hook, go to sea once more.
Oh, Sally's in the garden sifting sand,
Her hog-eye man sittin' hand in hand.
Oh, Sally's in the garden, punchin' dough,
The cheeks of her arse go chuff, chuff, chuff!
Oh, I won't wear a hog-eye, damned if I do,
Got jiggers in his feet and he can't wear shoes.
Oh, the hog-eye man is the man for me,
He is blind and he cannot see.
Oh, a hog-eye ship and a hog-eye crew,
A hog-eye mate and a skipper too.