{"id":391,"date":"2010-07-12T22:25:06","date_gmt":"2010-07-13T03:25:06","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/bobwalser.com\/?p=391"},"modified":"2018-11-30T13:52:32","modified_gmt":"2018-11-30T19:52:32","slug":"he-ho-down-below","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bobwalser.com\/he-ho-down-below\/","title":{"rendered":"H\u00e9, Ho Down Below"},"content":{"rendered":"
From the group Drifhout<\/em> (Driftwood) from the island of Vlieland in the Netherlands.<\/p>\n Words:\u00a0 \u00a9 1995 Marian Woestenburg; Music: \u00a9 1995 Ger Lamerus From the group Drifhout (Driftwood) from the island of Vlieland in the Netherlands. Hear me out you sailor man Try to listen if you can Have you ever wondered noe What makes this lady go?Chorus: H\u00e9, ho down below Dust and coal, dust and coal…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/bobwalser.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/391"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/bobwalser.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/bobwalser.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bobwalser.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bobwalser.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=391"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/bobwalser.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/391\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bobwalser.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=391"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bobwalser.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=391"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bobwalser.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=391"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}\n
\nTry to listen if you can
\nHave you ever wondered noe
\nWhat makes this lady go?Chorus:<\/em>
\nH\u00e9, ho down below
\nDust and coal, dust and coal
\nH\u00e9, ho down below
\nOur ship got to go.<\/li>\n
\nThe poor sods of the engine room
\nWorking in this flaming Hell,
\nOur ship has got to go!<\/li>\n
\nWe never breath the salty air
\nWe never feel the wind that blows
\nOur ship has got to go!<\/li>\n
\nThe first mate he will swear and curse
\nAnd we will always get the blame
\nOur ship has got to go!<\/li>\n
\nBetter than being on the dole
\nGod let me sail until I\u2019m old
\nOur ship has got to go!<\/li>\n<\/ol>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"