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VOYAGE OF OLE
(Hank Mills)
'66 Bienstock Music, BMI

in 1490 I was at 92
Christopher told the people what he'd do
Said I'll prove to you my theory you scarped me and frowned
That's who can blame you standing or that the ground

dog my kitty cat she was a stubborn fellow
He till he got to see Queen Isabella
I need new mason you better let me have three
The Nina and the Pinta and the Marie

Row your boat row your
Hey there sailor row oh no you
You better get in cause making me soar
If you don't row the then will never get to shore

Well a storm started brewing in the of the drift
But like big fat Johnny take a lot a lip
He kept all the sailors from mutiny
By telling them their names would go down in

a skinny little fellow whos eye for the best
Shimmied up the pole and chased the from his nest
He started shoutin' a duck flew in his hand
Were out of water this must be the land

When ole Chris found America he was a man
He thought he was the first to walk the land
But a spoil hick sailor who was high on beer
He painted signs everywhere Was Here

Row your boat row boat...
Row boat row your boat...
Row boat row your boat...