Heave Away Boys, Heave Away
I love the Sailor and the sailor loves me
Heave away boys heave away
He comes to my window every morning at three
Heave away boys heave away
And when we is happy we tolls the old bell
And when we is sad yous can all go to hell
I love a fat widow down Rollerhithe way
And when she next sees me to me she will say
Oh Johnny I’ve waited for you to return
So I can spend freely the money you’ve earned
I have a sister and she’s nine foot tall
She sleeps in the kitchen with her feet in the hall
When I was a young man and well in me prime
I loved all them yellow girls two at a time
But now that I’m older I don’t feel so young
I’d sooner have lashings and lashings of rum
Oh roll the old chariot and long may she roll
Why don’t the mate shake her, God damn his soul
