Oooh! Haul away for the windy weather boys,
Koor: Haul away boys, haul away!
Ooh! Haul away an’ pull tergetter boys,
Koor: Haul away boys, haul away!
Oooh! Haul away an' let's git goin', boys,
Koor: Haul away boys, haul away!
Ooooh! Haul away for the merchant's money, boys.
Koor: Haul away boys, haul away!
Haul away like jolly young sailor-boys,
Koor: Haul away boys, haul away!
Haul away an’ roll her over, boys.
Koor: Haul away boys, haul away!
Oh! God made the bees an’ the bees made the honey, boys,
Koor: Haul away boys, haul away!
An’ God sent the food, but the Divil sent the cooks, boys.
Koor: Haul away boys, haul away!
Oooh! God made man an’ man made money, boys,
Koor: Haul away boys, haul away!
But the Divil sent the woman for to rob us of our money, boys.
Koor: Haul away boys, haul away!
Oooh! We're rollin' down to Cuba for to load up sugar, boys,
Koor: Haul away boys, haul away!
Rollin' down to Cuba fer to meet our Creole doudous, boys.
Koor: Haul away boys, haul away!
Oooh! The packet's now rollin' down the river, boys.
Koor: Haul away boys, haul away!
As she rolls down her tops’ls shiver, boys.
Koor: Haul away boys, haul away!