When I was a little boy, so my mother told me, (T‘ me!)
               Way haul away, we’ll haul away Joe.

That if I did not kiss the girls, my lips would all grow moldy, (T‘ me!)
               Way haul away, we’ll haul away Joe.

               Way, haul away, we’re bound for better weather, (T‘ me!)
               Way haul away, we’ll haul away Joe.

First I met a yankee girl and she was fat and lazy, (T‘ me!)
And then I met an Irish girl, she damn near drove me crazy, (T‘ me!)

               Way, haul away, we’re bound for better weather, (T‘ me!)
               Way haul away, we’ll haul away Joe.

King Louis was the King of France before the revolut – i – on,
And then he got his head cut off, it spoiled his constitut – i – on,

               Way, haul away, we’re bound for better weather, (T‘ me!)
               Way haul away, we’ll haul away Joe.

St. Patrick was a gentleman, he came from decent people, (T‘ me!)
He built a church in Dublin town and on it put a steeple, (T‘ me!)

               Way haul away, the good ship now is rolling, (T‘ me!)
               Way haul away, we’ll haul away Joe,

               Way haul away, the good ship now is rolling, (T‘ me!)
               Way haul away, we’ll haul away Joe.