The Black Ball Line

In the Black Ball line I served my time To me way-aye-aye, hurray-ah And that's the line where you can shine Hurrah for the Black Ball Line The Black Ball Ships are good and true They are the ships for me and you For once there was a Black Ball Ship That fourteen knots an hour could clip They'll carry you along through frost and snow And take you where the wind don't blow You will surely find a rich gold mine Just take a trip in the Black Ball Line Just take a trip to Liverpool To Liverpool, that Yankee school The Yankee sailors you'll see there With red-top boots and short-cut hair At Liverpool docks we bid adieu To Poll and Bet and lovely Sue And now we're bound for New York Town It's there we'll drink, and sorrow drown