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