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i You talk about your harbor girls Around the corner Sally.
Chorus:
Way, haul away, Haul away, my Rosy; Way, haul away, Haul away, my Johnsy-o.
2 They couldn't come to gee With the girls from Ruble
Alley.
3 I once had a French girl, But she was all a-posy.
4 Now, Pve got an English girl, I treat her like a lady.
5 When we sailed into Glasgow, I met a bonny lassie 5
6 She was handsome, young, and
fair, And sweet as Masses candy. |
7 Oh, once I was in Ireland Digging turf and praties,
8 Now, Pm in a Yankee ship, A-hauling sheets and braces.
9 Oh, once I had an Irish girl And she was fat and lazy;
10 And next I got a German girl And she was fat and grazy,
11 And now Pve got a Yankee girl And she damn near drives me
crazy.
12 Then we sailed away from Liv-
erpool, Bound for Rio Janerio;
13 We loaded cargo there, my
boys, And we took it mighty easy. |
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14 Now, we're homeward bound again And we're feeling mighty easy.
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