When I was a little lad
And so me mother told me
'Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe

That if I ever kissed a gal
Me lips would all grow moldy
'Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe

'Way, haul away, we'll haul for better weather
'Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe

Once I had a Southern gal
But she was fat and lazy
'Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe'

But now I got a Yankee girl
And she is just a daisy
'Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe

'Way, haul away, we'll haul for better weather
'Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe

King Louis was the King of France
Before the Revolution
'Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe
King Louis got his head cut off
Which spoiled his constitution
'Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe

'Way, haul away, we'll haul for better weather
'Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe

Saint Patrick was a gentleman:
He came from decent people
'Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe

He built a church in Dublin town
And on it put a steeple
'Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe

'Way, haul away, we'll haul for better weather
'Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe

The cook is in the galley now
A-making duck so handy
'Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe

The captain's in the cabin now
A-drinkin' wine and brandy
'Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe
'Way, haul away, we'll haul for better weather
'Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe
'Way, haul away, we'll haul for better weather