Haul Away Joe
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CHORUS:
Way haul away, we're bound for better weather.
Way haul away, we'll haul away Joe.
Way haul away, we're bound away together.
Way haul away, we'll haul away Joe.


Oh, when I was a little boy me mother often told me;
Way, haul away, we'll haul away for Rosie, Oh.
That if I did not kiss the girls me lips would grow all moldy.
Way haul away, we'll haul away Joe.
I sailed the seas for seven years not knowin' what I was missin';
Way, haul away, we'll haul away for Rosie, Oh.
Then I trimmed my sails before the gales and started in a-kissin'.
Way haul away, we'll haul away Joe.

Well, first I had an Irish gal, her name was Kitty Brannigan;
She stole me boots, she stole me clothes, she pinched me plate and pannikin.
And then I got a German girl, but she was fat and lazy,
And then I got a Yankee girl, she damn near drove me crazy.

King Louis was the king of France before the revolution.
And then he got his head chopped off it spoiled his constitution.

Saint Patrick was a gentleman. He came from decent people.
He built a church in Dublin town and on it put a steeple.

Once I was in Ireland a'digging turf and taties.
But now I'm on a Yankee ship a'hauling on the braces.

You call yerself a second mate, an' cannot tie a bowline;
You cannot even stand up straight when the packet she's a rollin'.