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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’