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When I was just a little thing, my mama often told me (away, haul away, we’ll haul away Joe) That if I were to kiss them all, I better kiss them boldly (away, haul away, we’ll haul away Joe) Chorus: Away, haul away, we’ll haul away together (away, haul away, we’ll haul away Joe) Away, haul away, we’ll haul for better weather (away, haul away, we’ll haul away Joe) I used to have an Irish gal, but she goes for the ladies And now I’ve got a Bristol man and he calls me his baby Old Louis was the King of France before the revolution But then he got his head chopped off, which spoiled his constitution You call yourself a second mate, but you can’t tie a bowline You can’t even stand up straight when the packet she’s a-rollin’ Well now can’t you the black clouds a-gatherin And now can’t you say the storm clouds a-risin’