When I was a little lad
And so my mother told me,
Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe!
That if I did not kiss the gals
Me lips would all grow moldy.
Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe!
Way, haul away, the good ship is a-bolding,
Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe!
Way, haul away, the sheet is now a-flowing,
Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe!
King Louis was the king of France
Before the revolution...
But then he got his head cut off
Which spoiled his constitution...
Oh, once I had a German gal
And she was fat and lazy...
And now I have a Brooklyn gal,
She damn near drives me crazy...
Way, haul away, I'll sing to you of Nancy...
Way, haul away, she's just my cut and fancy...