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Once I was in Ireland a-digging turf and taties
’Way, haul away, haul away Joe
Now I’m on a Yankee ship a-hauling on the braces
’Way, haul away, haul away Joe

When I was a little lad and so my mother told me
’Way, haul away, haul away Joe
That if I did not kiss the girls my lips would grow all mouldy
’Way, haul away, haul away Joe
Well I sailed the seas for many a year not knowing what I was missing
’Way, haul away, haul away Joe
Till I set my sails afore the gales and started in a-kissing
’Way, haul away, haul away Joe

Away, haul away, we’ll haul for better weather
’Way, haul away, haul away Joe
Away, haul away, we’ll haul away together
’Way, haul away, haul away Joe

Patrick was a gentle man, he come of decent people
’Way, haul away, haul away Joe
In Dublin town he built a church and on it set a steeple
’Way, haul away, haul away Joe
From Ireland he drove the snakes and drunk up all the whiskey
’Way, haul away, haul away Joe
It made him sing and dance a jig, he felt so fine and frisky
’Way, haul away, haul away Joe

Away, haul away, the good ship is a-bolding
’Way, haul away, haul away Joe
Away, haul away, the sheet is now unfolding
’Way, haul away, haul away Joe

Once I had a Spanish girl, she grew fat and lazy
’Way, haul away, haul away Joe
Then I had a German girl, damned near drove me crazy
’Way, haul away, haul away Joe
Well now I’ve got an English girl I’ll sing to you of Nancy
’Way, haul away, haul away Joe
She’s copper-bottomed, clinker-built, just my cut and fancy
’Way, haul away, haul away Joe

Away, haul away, we’ll haul for better weather
’Way, haul away, haul away Joe
Away, haul away, we’ll haul away together
’Way, haul away, haul away Joe

Louis was the King of France before the revolution
’Way, haul away, haul away Joe
Then he had his head chopped off, spoilt his constitution
’Way, haul away, haul away Joe

Away, haul away, the good ship is a-bolding
’Way, haul away, haul away Joe
Away, haul away, the sheet is now unfolding
’Way, haul away, haul away Joe

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from A Life Spent Staring At Chairs, released April 9, 2018
Traditional song, arranged by Paul Carbuncle.

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