I'm bound away this very day, I'm bound for the Rio Grande. Chorus: And away you Rio! Oh, you Rio! I'm bound away this very day, I'm bound for the Rio Grande. PADDY, COME WORK ON THE RAILWAY In eighteen hundred and sixty-three, I came across the stormy sea. My dung'ree breeches I put on Chorus: To work upon the railway, the rail - way, To work up-on the rail - way. Oh, poor Paddy come work on the railway. Many other songs might be named, some of which, peculiar to the Liverpool packets, are of a rowdy nature. Adams finally polishes up his discussion with a statement on sing-outs. In addition to these songs are the unnameable and unearthly howls and yells that characterize the true sailor, which are only acquired by years of sea service. There is the continuous running solo of " way-hey he, ho, ya," &c., &c , accompanying the hand-over-hand hoisting of jibs and staysails. Then for short " swigs " at the halyards, we have such utterances as " hey lee , ho lip , or yu ," the emphasis and pull coming on the italicized syllables on which the voice is raised a tone. Then comes the more measured "singing out," for the long and regular pulls at the "braces." Each sailor has his own " howl" peculiar to himself, but fortunately only one performs at a time on the same rope. The effect, however, when all hands are on deck at a