HAUL AWAY, JOE

When I was a little lad, so my mother told me,
Way, haul away, we’ll haul away, Joe,
That if I didn’t kiss the gals, me lips would grow all moldy,
Way, haul away, we’ll haul away, Joe.

Chorus
Way, haul away, we’ll haul for better weather,
Way, haul away, we’ll haul away, Joe.

King Louis was the King of France,
Before the revolution, Way, haul . . .
King Louis got his head cut off,
Which spoiled his constitution, Way, haul . . . Chorus

The cook is in the galley,
Makin’ duff so handy, . . .
The captain’s in his cabin,
Drinkin’ wine and brandy, . . . Chorus

C Minor (1:51)
The Burly Fredonian Men’s Chorus:
Bob Bielefeld, Fred James,
Jim Hancock, Burl Boblefeld