We’ve updated our Terms of Use to reflect our new entity name and address. You can review the changes here.
We’ve updated our Terms of Use. You can review the changes here.

Heave Away My Johnny

from A Life Spent Staring At Chairs by Paul Carbuncle

/

lyrics

There are some that’s bound for New York town
And there’s some that’s bound for France,
Heave away, my Johnny, heave away!
There’s some that’s bound for Bengal Bay
To teach them whales a dance,
And away, my jolly boys, we’re all bound to go!

Our pilot he’s a-waiting
For the turning of the tide,
Heave away, my Johnny, heave away!
And then, my boys, we’ll be gone again
With a good and westerly wind,
And away, my jolly boys, we’re all bound to go!

Come all you hard-weather sailing men
That round the cape of horn,
Heave away, my Johnny, heave away!
Be sure you’ve boots and oilskins
Or you’ll wish you’d never been born,
And away, my jolly boys, we’re all bound to go!

Farewell to you, my Kingston girls,
Farewell Saint Andrew’s dock,
Heave away, my Johnny, heave away!
If ever we come back again
We’ll make your cradles rock,
And away, my jolly boys, we’re all bound to go!

There's some that’s bound for New York town
And there’s some that’s bound for France,
Heave away, my Johnny, heave away!
There’s some that’s bound for Bengal Bay
To teach them whales a dance,
And away, my jolly boys, we’re all bound to go!
And away, my jolly boys, we’re all bound to go!

credits

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

license

all rights reserved

tags

about

Paul Carbuncle Nottingham, UK

You can take the lad out of Pluckley but he'll still sing about hops.

Profile photo by Hugh Miller.

contact / help

Contact Paul Carbuncle

Streaming and
Download help

Shipping and returns

Redeem code

Report this track or account

If you like Paul Carbuncle, you may also like: