No fathoms off the starboard bow
Look out, Skipper, pull her to the side.
You gonna bus' your bow and split
your hide.
Oh, Great God, I done run aground.
De skipper gonna chase me with a big
bloodhound.
Mark twain, Mark twain.
In skintight black jeans and green sport shirt, Singer Harry Belafonte riveted his audience in Las Vegas, where he opened last week, with Mark Twain based on the cry of the man with the lead-line on a towboat. This song, and many another in Belafonte's repertory, represents a draft on a treasury...
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