Once I was in Cumberland, a-diggin' turf and taters (Away, haul away, we'll haul away Joe) But now I’m on a pirate ship, a-haulin' on the braces (Away, haul away, we'll haul away for Rosie Away, haul away, we'll haul away for Johnny-o)
You call yourself a second mate but you can’t tie a bowline (Away, haul away...) You cannot even stand up straight oh when the ship's a-rollin'
Away, haul away, haul away, we'll haul away for Johnny-o
King Louis was the king of France before the revolution But then he got his head cut off which spoiled his constitution
The cook is in the galley making pie with ale so handy The captain’s in his cabin, boozing' up on wine and brandy
Away, haul away, haul away, we'll haul away for Johnny-o
Away, haul away, we'll haul away for Rosie Away, haul away, we'll haul away for Johnny-o!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
