- The Hog-Eye Man

Oh the hog-eyed sailors roll and go
When they come down from San Francisco

With a hog-eye
Railroad navvy with his hog-eye
Oh, you roll ashore with a hog-eye oh
She wants the hog-eyed man

So off and hand and primed is he
He’ll spend his money fast and free

With a hog-eye…

Now Susie’s at the seaside sifting sand
With a big old grin for a hog-eyed man

With a hog-eye…

And Sally’s in the garden shelling peas
Her little hog-eye is sitting on her knees

With a hog-eye…

So it’s hand me down my walking cane
For I’m going to see my darling Jane

With a hog-eye…

It’s a hog-eye ship and a hog-eye crew
A hog-eyed mate and skipper too