Shanty Round

Heave away, haul away

Haul away me hearties,

Take one final look as we

Part this foreign shore. 

My Mary is waiting,

Waiting back in Liverpool,

When I make that port again 

I’ll go to sea no more.

Morning on the Mersey and the

Mist is rolling over,

William he is sailing out

On the morning tide.

Remember your Mary 

Waiting back in Liverpool,

When you return you’ll find me 

By the water’s side.