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Henry! It's getting towards supper time , you know Henry!

There she calls from her second floor room,

The end of a back porch afternoon

Where we'd stand on the bows of our own man of war.

No longer the back porch anymore.

And we'd sail pullin' for China.

The pirates of Stone County Road all weathered and blown,

And we'd sail ever in glory,

Till hungry and tired the pirates of Stone County Road were turning for home

Henry! You'd better be getting on up to bed now, don't you know, Henry!

There she calls from her high wicker chair,

As I climb to my room up the stairs

Where the wind through the shutters sends the mainsail to fall

From the bedpost on the wall.

Henry!Can you hear me, Henry. Are you up there, Henry! Henry.