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When I was a little lad, and so me mother told me That if I did not kiss the girl, me lips would grow all moldy Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe! First, I met a Yankee girl, she was fat and lazy Then I met an Irish girl, she finally drove me crazy Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe! King Louis was the king of France before the revolution! But then he got his head cut off which spoiled his constitution Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe! Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe! The cook is in the galley, boys, making duff so handy The captain in his cabin, lads, drinking wine and brandy Way, haul away, we're bound for better weather Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe! Saint Patrick was a gentle man, he came from decent people He built a church in Dublin town and on it, put a steeple Way haul away, the good ship now is rolling Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe! Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe! Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe! Way, haul away, we'll haul away, Joe! From Letras Mania