Haul Away, Joe

When I was once a little lad and so my mother told me

     Away, haul away, we’ll haul away Joe

That if I didn’t kiss the girls me lips would go all mouldy

     Away, haul away, we’ll haul away Joe

CHORUS

Away – ho! – haul away, we’ll haul away together

Away, haul away, we’ll haul away Joe.

Talk about your Bootle girls like ‘Up-in-corner-Sally’

They couldn’t push the jug out like the girls from Dogleg Alley

King Louis was the King of France before the revolution

But the people cut his head off and it spoilt his constitution

The cook is in the galley, boys, making duff so handy

The captain’s in his cabin, lads, drinking wine and brandy

I thought I heard the old man say it’s time for us to roll and go,

So now we’re leaving Liverpool bound for the bay of Mexico

Hey can’t you see the black clouds a gathering

Away – ho! – haul away, we’ll hope for better weather

Away, haul away, we’ll haul away Joe