|Source: "Songs and Ballads" comp. & ed. by Klaus Buhe Verlag Neue Musik Berlin 1986|
When I was a little lad and so my mother told me,|
Way, haul away, we'll haul away Joe,
That if I didn't kiss a gal my lips would grow all moldy.
Way, haul away, we'll haul away Joe.
King Louis was the King of France before the Revolution,
Oh, the cook is in the galley making duff so handy,