Lyrics:

Well, I wish I was in Mobile Bay
Screwing cotton all the day
But I'm stowing sugar in the hold below
Below, below, below
Uh!
Hey, ho, below, below
Stowing sugar in the hold below
Hey, ho, below, below
Stowing sugar in the hold below
Well the J.M. White, she's a brand new boat
Stern to stem she's mighty fine
Can beat any boat on the New Orleans line
Stowing sugar in the hold below
Uh!
Hey, ho, below, below
Stowing sugar in the hold below
Hey, ho, below, below
Stowing sugar in the hold below
Well the engineer shouts through his trumpet
'Tell the mate we got bad news'
Can't get no steam for the fire in the flue
Stowing sugar in the hold below
Uh!
Hey, ho, below, below
Stowing sugar in the hold below
Hey, ho, below, below
Stowing sugar in the hold below
Well the captain's on the quarter deck
Scratchin' 'way at his old neck
He shouts out, 'Heave the larboard lead!'
Stowing sugar in the hold below
Uh!
Hey, ho, below, below
Stowing sugar in the hold below
Hey, ho, below, below
Stowing sugar in the hold below
Ah!
Hey, ho, below, below
Stowing sugar in the hold below
Hey, ho, below, below
Stowing sugar in the hold below