Haul Away Joe

When I was just a little lad, or so me Mammi told me
Away Haul Away, we’ll haul away, Joe
That if I didn’t kiss the girls me lips would grow all mouldy
Away Haul Away, we’ll haul away, Joe
Away! HO! Haul away, we’ll haul away together
Away Haul Away, we’ll haul away, Joe
Away! HO! Haul away, we’ll hope for better weather
Away Haul Away, we’ll haul away, Joe
I used to have an Irish girl but she got fat and lazy
Away Haul Away, we’ll haul away, Joe
But now I’ve got a Bristol girl and she just drives me crazy
Away Haul Away, we’ll haul away, Joe
Away! HO! Haul away, we’ll haul away together
Away Haul Away, we’ll haul away, Joe
Away! HO! Haul away, we’ll hope for better weather
Away Haul Away, we’ll haul away, Joe
Oh Louis was the king of France before the Revolut-i-on
Away Haul Away, we’ll haul away, Joe
Then he got his head chopped off & it spoiled his constitut-i-on
Away Haul Away, we’ll haul away, Joe
Away! HO! Haul away, we’ll haul away together
Away Haul Away, we’ll haul away, Joe
Away! HO! Haul away, we’ll hope for better weather
Away Haul Away, we’ll haul away, Joe
Ya call yourself a «Second Mate», ya cann’e tie a bowline
Away Haul Away, we’ll haul away, Joe
You can’t even stand up straight when the packet, she’s a-rollin'
Away Haul Away, we’ll haul away, Joe
Away! HO! Haul away, we’ll haul away together
Away Haul Away, we’ll haul away, Joe
Away! HO! Haul away, we’ll hope for better weather
Away Haul Away, we’ll haul away, Joe
Well now can’t ya see… the black clouds a-gatherin'
Away Haul Away, we’ll haul away, Joe
Well now can’t ya see… the storm clouds a-risin'
Away Haul Away, we’ll haul away, Joe
Away! HO! Haul away, we’ll haul away together
Away Haul Away, we’ll haul away, Joe
Away! HO! Haul away, we’ll hope for better weather
Away Haul Away, we’ll haul away, Joe