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Haul Away For
Were you down on the Eastern Shore,
It is a treat, Oh!
Way, haul away, we'll haul for Rosie
Way, haul away, we'll haul for Rosie, Oh.
Where the Baltimore in their purple drawers
Come runnin' out to you.
Way, haul away, haul away for Rosie
Way, haul away, we'll haul for Rosie, Oh.
Oh, I was a little boy
My mother often me;
That If I didn't the girls
My would all get mouldy.
I the seas for seven years
Not knowin' what I was
Then I trimmed my sails before the
And in a-kissin'.
Well, I had an Irish gal,
Her name was Kitty
She stole me boots, she me clothes
She me plate and pannikin.
And then I got a girl
And she was fat and lazy,
And I got a New York girl
She near drove me crazy.
And I got a Frenchie girl
She things free and aisy;
But now I an English girl
An' she is a daisy.
So harken while I to you
my darlin' Nancy;
She's copper-bottomed,
And my cut and fancy.
Well, once in my I married a wife
And Damn! but she was
She never a day in her life,
Which damn drove me crazy.
She stayed out all night, a of a sight!
And where do you I found 'er?
the pump, the story goes,
With men around 'er.
You call yerself a mate,
An' tie a bowline;
You cannot stand up straight
When the packet a rollin'.
Collected, I believe, by A. L. Lloyd; Recorded by Stu
Verses are interchangeable with Haul Away, Joe; these are a of
hash R. Greenhaus, D. Diamond, S. Hugill. First verse by (?) Bob
Hitchcock.
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