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Louis was the king of France,
Before the revolut-i-on,
Away, haul away; we'll haul away, Joe
But then he got his head chopped off,
Which spoiled his constitut-i-on.
Away, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe
To me way, haul away,
We'll heave and hang together;
Away, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe.
Once I was in Ireland,
Digging turf and pratties,
Away, haul away; we'll haul away, Joe
And now I'm on a Yankee ship,
Hauling on sheets and braces.
Away, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe
To me way, haul away,
We'll heave and hang together;
Away, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe.
Now when I was a little boy,
And so me mother told me,
Away, haul away; we'll haul away, Joe
That if I didn't kiss the girls,
Me lips would all grow mouldy.
Away, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe
To me way, haul away,
We'll heave and hang together;
Away, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe.
First I met a Yankee girl,
She was fat and lazy,
Away, haul away; we'll haul away, Joe
Then I met a Irish girl,
She damn near drove me crazy.
Away, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe
To me way, haul away,
We'll heave and hang together;
Away, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe.
Way haul away,
We'll haul away the bowline,
Away, haul away; we'll haul away, Joe
Way, haul away,
The packet is a-rollin'.
Away, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe
To me way, haul away,
We'll heave and hang together;
Away, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe.
Most of the verses of this variant can be found in the Wareham Whalers Songbook.
The YouTube video above features a variant by Tony from Port St. Mary on the Isle of Man.