text:  What am I going to do for my red old boot? It's so very sore, I don't know what to do. Listen, my little sisters, just look at all my blisters. Let there be a warning to you. Yesterday my steamer dodged at half past nine. The sun was shining bright and all the weather was fine. So I lay up on the beach till it was time to die. That's how I got my red old boot.