4 May 2010 0 Comments

Haul Away for Rosie O

You may talk about your bootle girl wake up in the corner sally

Way haul away, we’ll haul away for Rosie

Way haul away, we’ll haul away for Rosie o

But none can push a joker like the girls of dog leg alley

Way haul away, we’ll haul away for Rosie

Way haul away, we’ll haul away for Rosie o

Once I had an Irish girl her name was kitty Flannigan

She stole me boots she stole me boots, she stole me plate and pattikan

Then I had an English girl, she wasn’t very sporty

Everything I asked of her she said it was too naughty

Then I had a gypsy girl her mother called her molly

Sometime she got drunk at nights and sometimes only jolly

And then I had a Baltimore girl and when she took the notion

She’d rise and fall as steady as the waves apon the ocean

Once in my life I married a wife, damn her she was lazy

She wouldn’t stay at home at nights, it bloody near drove me crazy

Stayed out all night o what a sight, where do think I found her?

Behind of the pub with sheets hauled up and twenty men around her

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