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Oh, I thought I heard our captain say:
Away, you rollin' river;
Oh, come, my boys, and get underway,
To cross the western ocean.
Oh, the western ocean dark and dreary,
Oh, the western ocean's a sailor's delight;
Aha! And we're bound away,
For to cross the wild Missouri.
Oh, every roll our topmast quivers,
Away, you rollin' river;
Oh, every roll she roIls all under,
Aha! And we're bound away,
For to cross the wild Missouri.
Collected in 1951 from Tom Cornelly, possibly of St. Shott's, NL, and published in MacEdward Leach And The Songs Of Atlantic Canada © 2004 Memorial University of Newfoundland Folklore and Language Archive (MUNFLA).
