David Crocket, You're a Tennessee Screamer
Said I, David Crocket, you're a Tennessee Screamah,
He hauled off an' he hit me in the weemah.
I drew back an' I hit him in de wizzen,
He bit off mah head an' I swallowed his'n an' we both locked arms,
But we nebba could agree fo t' leab each udder be,
So...
I knocked him to de happy land ob Hop-te-doo-den-doo.
This spontaneous tune is printed in Harlow’s excellent Making of a Sailor, 1928. While Harlow was learning the ropes, his ship’s African-American pilot made a lasting impression with this comical song and its accompanying pantomimes.
Davy Crockett was a Tennessee frontiersman and folk-hero (and in one popularly quoted almanac, embodied the “backwoods screamer”). John Russell Bartlett’s Dictionary of Americanisms defines
SCREAMER: A bouncing [vigorous, healthy] fellow or girl. This, like the word roarer, is one of the words transferred from animals to men by the hunters of the West.
The David Crockett was a clipper unrelated to Tennessee.