Sung by the Bohemians at the beach in Carmel in Jack London's Valley of the Moon. Verses attributed to various members of the Bohemian colony frequented by Jack London, himself, and his characters in the novel.
Oh! some folks boast of quail on toast, because they think it’s tony;
But I’m content to owe my rent and live on abalone.
Oh! Mission Point’s a friendly joint where every crab’s a crony,
And true and kind you’ll ever find the clinging abalone.
He wanders free beside the sea Where ’er the coast is stony;
He flaps his wings and madly sings The plaintive abalone.
Some stick to biz, some flirt with Liz Down on the sands of Coney;
But we, by hell, stay in Carmel, And whang the abalone.
We sit around and gaily pound, And bear no acrimony
Because our ob ject is a gob Of sizzling abalone.
Oh! some like ham and some like lamb And some like macaroni;
But bring me in a pail of gin And a tub of abalone.
Oh! some drink rain and some champagne Or brandy by the pony;
But I will try a little rye With a dash of abalone.
Some live on hope and some on dope And some on alimony.
But our tom-cat, he lives on fat And tender abalone.
The more we take, the more they make In deep sea matrimony;
Race suicide cannot betide The fertile abalone.