Stan Hugill - Haul Away Joe lyrics

Hey don't yer see that black cloud a-rising? 'Way haul away, we'll haul away Joe! Hey don't yer see that black cloud a-rising? 'Way haul away, we'll haul away Joe! Now when I was a little boy an' so me mother told me 'Way haul away, we'll haul away Joe! That if I didn't kiss the girls me lips would all grow mouldy 'Way haul away, we'll haul away Joe! And I sailed the seas for many a year not knowing what I was missing Then I sets me sails afore the gales and started in a-kissing Now first I got a Spanish girl and she wuz fat and lazy And then I got a negro tart - she nearly drove me crazy I found meself a Yankee girl and sure she wasn't civil So I stuck a plaster on her back and set her to the Devil Sheepskin, pitch, and beeswax, they make a bully plaster; The more she tried to get it off it only stuck the faster Then I got meself an Irish girl and her name was Flannigan She stole me boots, she stole me clothes, she pinched me plate and pannikin I courted then a Frenchie girl, she took things free and easy But now I've got an English girl and sure she is a daisy So list while I sing to you about me darling Nancy She's copper-bottomed, clipper-built, she's just me style and fancy You may talk about your Yankee girls and round-the-corner-Sallies But they couldn't make the grade, me boys, with the girls from down our alley We sailed away for the China Seas, our boys so neat and handy The Old Man in his cabin, boys, a-drinking rum and brandy We loaded for the homeward run, all hands so free and easy And in his galley sat the doc, a-making plum-duff greasy We squared our yards and away we rolled, with the fiddles playing handy With a roll and go, and a westward ho, and a Yankee Doodle Dandy Oh, King Louis was the King of France, afore the revolution But the people cut his big head off and spoiled his constitution Then they sent the King away to sea, to learn him how to swim They sent him wid a Bluenose mate who put a squarehead on him Oh, once I was in Ireland a-digging turf and taties But naow I'm on a Limejuice ship and a-hauling on the braces Saint Patrick was a gentleman, and he come of decent people He built a church in Dublin town and on it set a steeple From Ireland then he drove the snakes, then drank up all the whisky This made him dance and sing and jig, he felt so fine and frisky He held High Ma** for forty days before he blessed the steeple He held High Ma**, 'twas a sorry pa**, but he couldn't fool the people You call yerself a second mate and cannot tie a bowline Ye cannot even stand up straight when the packet she's a-rolling