I wish I was in Mobile Bay, lifting cotton all of the day But I'm stowing sugar in the hold below, Below, below, below Hey, ho, below, below Stowing sugar in the hold below Hey, ho, below, below Stowing sugar in the hold below I wish I was in Mobile Bay, stowing cotton all of the day But I'm stowing sugar in the hold below, Below, below, below The J.M. White, she's a new boat Stem to stern she's mighty fine Beat any boat on the New Orleans line Stowing sugar in the hold below I wish I was in Mobile Bay, lifting cotton all of the day But I'm stowing sugar in the hold below, Below, below, below The engineer shouts through his trumpet "Tell the mate we got bad news. Can't get steam for the fire in the flue" Stowing sugar in the hold below I wish I was in Mobile Bay, stowing cotton all of the day But I'm stowing sugar in the hold below, Below, below, below The captain's on the quarter deck Scratchin' 'way at his old neck And he cries out, "Heave the larboard lead" Stowing sugar in the hold below
