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Louis was the king of France
Before the revolut-i-on
Away, haul away, we'll haul away Joe
But then he got his head chopped off
Which spoiled his constitut-i-on
Away, haul away, we'll haul away Joe
(To me) way, haul away
We'll heave and hang together
Away, haul away, we'll haul away Joe
Once I was in Ireland
Digging turf and pratties
And now I'm on a Yankee ship
Hauling on sheets and braces
Now when I was a little boy
And so me mother told me
That if I didn't kiss the girls
Me lips would all grow mouldy
First I met a Yankee girl
She was fat and lazy
Then I met a Irish girl
She damn near drove me crazy
Way haul away
We'll haul away the bowline
Way, haul away
The packet is a-rollin'