Haul Away Joe

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;
And now I'm on a Yankee ship,
Hauling on sheets and braces.

Now when I was a little boy,
And so me mother told me,
That if I didn't kiss the girls,
Me lips would all grow mouldy.

First I met a Yankee girl,
She was fat and lazy;
Then I met a Irish girl,
She damn near drove me crazy.

Way haul away,
We'll haul away the bowline;
Way, haul away,
The packet is a-rollin'.