When I was a little lad
And so my mother told me,
Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe!
That if I did not kiss the gals
Me lips would all grow moldy.
Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe!

Way, haul away, the good ship is a-bolding,
Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe!
Way, haul away, the sheet is now a-flowing,
Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe!

King Louis was the king of France
Before the revolution...
But then he got his head cut off
Which spoiled his constitution...

Oh, once I had a German gal
And she was fat and lazy...
And now I have a Brooklyn gal,
She damn near drives me crazy...

Way, haul away, I'll sing to you of Nancy...
Way, haul away, she's just my cut and fancy...

Way, haul away, we'll haul for better weather...
Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe!