Текст
I heard, I heard an old man say
Today, today is a holiday
I heard, I heard the old man say
We'll work tomorrow, but not today
Tu-rai-ay, Oh! Tu-rai-ay!
John Kanaka-naka tu-rai-ay!
We're outward bound at the break of day
We're outward bound for 'Frisco Bay
We're outward bound around Cape Horn,
Where you wish to God you'd never been born
We're a Yankee Ship with a Yankee crew
And we're the boys to push her through
We're a Yankee Ship with a Yankee mate
Don't stop to walk or he'll change your gait
And when we get to 'Frisco Bay,
We'll pay off ship and draw our pay
Oh, haul , oh haul, oh haul away,
Haul away and make our pay
BILLY HAWKINS, JASON NICHOLS, JEREMY BROWN, JOHN BROWN, JOHN LETHBRIDGE, JOHN MCDONNELL, JONATHAN CLEAVE, JULIAN BROWN, LOUISE BROWN, PETER ROWE, RUPERT CHRISTIE, TRADITIONAL, TREVOR GRILLS
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