There's a skiff on the landwash, she's all corked and painted,
The time for launchin' he is come. Fly, my boys!
The men have all gathered, they're yarnin' and braggin',
Someone brought a few shots of rum. Gimme a swig of that, bo'!
They gather all around her, she's perched on her keel,
Then one of the men starts to bawl. Get around t'other side little!
Get ready, me laddies, we'll all pull together; haul, Jolly Poker, haul.
And it's to me, Jolly Poker, we'll rock and roll 'er over,
And it's to me, Jolly Poker, haul.
Uncle Tom built a new store, but the old one's still needed,
Now it's got to be moved over there. Get those skids on the road!
The fishing's suspended to get the things ready,
It's gettin' on late in the year. Bit of frost last night!
The boys come to help him, the store's up on her runners,
And Uncle Tom's givin' the go. Gather around there now, look!
Grab hold to the rope, boys, let's all pull together; then haul, Jolly Poker, haul.
And it's to me, Jolly Poker, we'll rock and roll 'er over,
And it's to me, Jolly Poker, haul.
Now the snow's piled high, and the men are in the woods,
They're cuttin' firewood for the year. Few more loads and no light!
The horses are a-steamin' as they work for their masters,
Their bells jingle so loud and clear. There isn't a big strip there, look!
As men hit the soft spot, she's up to her belly,
Let's help her before she does maul. Get up! Get up!
Grab hold to the traces, let's all pull together; and haul, Jolly Poker, haul.
And it's to me, Jolly Poker, we'll rock and roll 'er over,
And it's to me, Jolly Poker, haul.
Grab hold to the rope, boys, let's all pull together,
Haul, Jolly Poker, haul.
And it's to me, Jolly Poker, we'll rock and roll 'er over,
And it's to me, Jolly Poker, haul.
Get ready, me laddies, let's all pull together,
Haul, Jolly Poker, haul.
And it's to me, Jolly Poker, we'll rock and roll 'er over,
And it's to me, Jolly Poker, haul.