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!
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