We’ve a dandy ship And a dandy crew; A dandy mate And a captain too; A dandy doctor Who’s a dand’ old sinner, And a dandy darkey To cook the dinner. _Chorus._ It’s dance, sailors, dance! It’s dance, the sailors, dance! We’ll dance all night till the broad daylight, And then go to sea in the mornin’! We’ve a dandy lot Of passengers, Who live on chicken And sassengers; A dandy steward To steer their mess; Likewise a dandy— Stew—ard—ess! _Chorus._ It’s dance, the sailors, dance! It’s dance, the sailors, dance! We’ll dance all night till the broad daylight, And then go to sea in the mornin’! “Shiftin’ and changin’ it is understood,” Said Abner Chapin, “never come to good.” “Yes,” quoth the Stranger, “that is very true, Who goes for many gets but very few; Who travels zigzag makes full many a cross, And rolling stones ne’er gather any moss; The explanation of which word is funny: In common Yiddish Hebrew, _moss_ means money, And stones are men—take Peter for a sample— Excuse me, friends, I know of an example Of a loose fish who changed about so long He first became a byword, then a song, Which I will sing you though it is distressin’, Not that you need it—as a moral lesson.” JACK OF ALL TRADES In all trades I’ve been a meddler, _Chorus._ Foolin’ my life away: I started life as a Yankee peddler, Fiddlin’ and foolin’ away. Didn’t find the trade encouragin’ So I turned a Dey Street New York surgeon. Next I’d a shopman for employer, And then a Philadelphia lawyer. After that I was a smuggler, Then I travelled as a juggler. Next I was a collector’s dunner, And after that an emigrant runner. Then I laboured with some bakers, Next, for a year, I joined the Shakers; But they found me too defective, So for a while I turned detective. Then I tried my hand as teacher, And next became a Blue Light preacher. Then I was one of the ——’s editors, But had to cut to dodge my creditors. Faking oranges I tried next on, Then for a while I dug as a sexton. For seven trips I was a slaver, Then, as a barber, I turned shaver. After that I worked as pirate, For all the naval sharps to fire at. Then nigger minstrel, then a sorter, Off an’ on, shorthand reporter. Then I took to readin’ lectures, And after that to paintin’ pictures. Next as drummer I did chaffer, And then I worked as photográpher. Then for a while I run a dairy, And next I turned apothecäry. Then stuck pla-cards as a billist, And so became a patent pill-ist.