When I was a little lad me mother up and told me, Way haul away, we'll haul away Joe.
That if I did not kiss the girls me lips would grow all moldy. Way haul away, we'll haul away Joe.
Way haul away, we'll haul for better weather.
Away haul away, we'll haul away Joe.
Way haul away, this good ship now is rollin'.
Away haul away, we'll haul away Joe.
I sailed the seas for many a year, not knowin' what I was missin'.
I set me sails afore the gales, an' started in a-kissin'.
So, list me boys, while I tell you about me darlin' Nancy.
She's copper-bottomed, English-built, she's just me style an' fancy.
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.
Once I had a Spanish girl but she was fat and lazy.
But then I had an Irish girl, who damn near drove me crazy.
I got meself an Irish girl; her name is Kitty Flannigan.
She stole me boots, she stole me clothes, she stole me plate and pannikin.
King Louis was the king of France before the revolution.
But then he got his head chopped off which spoiled his constitution
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