When I was a little lad And so my mother told me Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe! That if I did not kiss the gals Me lips would all grow moldy Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe! Way, haul away, the good ship is a-bolding Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe! Way, haul away, the sheet is now a-flowing Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe! King Louis was the king of France Before the revolution Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe! But then he got his head cut off Which spoiled his constitution Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe! Oh, once I had a German gal And she was fat and lazy Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe! And now I have a Brooklyn gal She damn near drives me crazy Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe! Way, haul away, I'll sing to you of Nancy Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe! Way, haul away, she's just my cut and fancy Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe! Way, haul away, we'll haul for better weather Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe!