There's some that's bound for New York Town
And some that's bound for France
Heave away, me Johnnies, heave away
There's some that's bound for the Bengal Bay
To teach them whales a dance
Heave away, me Johnny boys, we're all bound to go

The pilot he is a-waiting for
The turning of the tide
Heave away, me Johnnies, heave away
And then, me boys, we'll be gone again
With a good and a westerly wind
Heave away, me Johnny boys, we're all bound to go

Come all you hard working sailor men
Who round the Cape of Storms
Heave away, me Johnnies, heave away
Be sure your boats and oilskins are
You'll wish you never was born
Heave away, me Johnny boys, we're all bound to go

And farewell to you, you Kingston girls
Farewell St. Andrew's dock
Heave away, me Johnnies, heave away
If ever we return again
We'll make your cradles rock
Heave away, me Johnny boys, we're all bound to go
And there's some that's bound for New York Town
And some that's bound for France
Heave away, me Johnnies, heave away
There's some that's bound for the Bengal Bay
To teach them whales a dance
Heave away, me Johnny boys, we're all bound to go