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Pay Me My Money Down

Pay me, Oh pay me,
   Pay me my money down,
Pay me or go to jail !
   Pay me my money down.

I though I heard the Captain say
Tomorrow is our sailing day

Oh pay me, you owe me
Pay me or go to jail

The very next day we cleared the bar,
He knocked me down with the end of a spar,

I thought I heard the old man say;
Go to shore spend all your pay.

I wish I was Mr. Steven's son
Sit in the shade and watch the work done

I wish I was Mr. Howard's son
Sit in the shade and drink good rum

I thought I heard the men below
You don't pay us and the ship don't go.

Oh pay me, oh pay me
Pay me Mr. Stevedore

You owe me you owe me
You got to pay me or go to jail



Though He giveth or He taketh, God His children ne'er forsaketh; His the loving purpose solely To preserve them pure and holy.
- Berg, Carolina Sandell (1832-1903)