Haul Away For Rosie

Were you ever down on the Eastern Shore,

It really is a treat, Oh!

Way, haul away, we'll haul away for Rosie

Way, haul away, we'll haul away for Rosie, Oh.

Where the Baltimore whores in their purple drawers

Come runnin' out to greet you.

Way, haul away, we'll haul away for Rosie

Way, haul away, we'll haul away for Rosie, Oh.

Oh, when I was a little boy

My mother often told me;

That If I didn't kiss the girls

My lips would all get mouldy.

I sailed the seas for seven years

Not knowin' what I was missin';

Then I trimmed my sails before the gales

And started in a-kissin'.

Well, first I had an Irish gal,

Her name was Kitty Brannigan;

She stole me boots, she stole me clothes

She pinched me plate and pannikin.

And then I got a German girl

And she was fat and lazy,

And then I got a New York girl

She damn near drove me crazy.

And then I got a Frenchie girl

She took things free and aisy;

But now I have an English girl

An' sure she is a daisy.

So harken while I sing to you

About my darlin' Nancy;

She's copper-bottomed, clipper-built

And just my cut and fancy.

Well, once in my life I married a wife

And Damn! but she was lazy;

She never worked a day in her life,

Which damn near drove me crazy.

She stayed out all night, a Hell of a sight!

And where do you think I found 'er?

Behind the pump, the story goes,

With forty men around 'er.

You call yerself a second mate,

An' cannot tie a bowline;

You cannot even stand up straight

When the packet she's a rollin'.