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From the book “Folk Songs of Old New England<\/a>” we learn that this chantey was\u00a0“sung by Capt. Charlton L. Smith, master mariner and yacht master since 1889, who remembers the chantey as it was sung in deep water ships, aboard which he sailed as ‘chips,’ or ship’s carpenter.\u00a0 During his last eight years at sea he served as an officer.\u00a0 This is a short-drag chantey and was used mainly for tightening the sheet.\u00a0 The last word ‘Joe’ was the moment for all hands to haul together.\u00a0 Additional verses were added by the chanteyman until the duty was done to the mate’s satisfaction.\u00a0 This chantey is thought to have appeared on Yankee ships sometime between 1812 and the Civil War, although it was known much earlier among British sailors.”<\/em><\/p>\n

Stan Hugill calls this a “tack and sheet” chantey, “used mainly for hauling aft the foresheet after reefing the fores’l.<\/em>”\u00a0 It’s one of those crowd-pleasers and the couplets that form each verse can easily be improvised and go on ad nauseum.<\/p>\n

Jos. Morneault<\/p>\n

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When I was a little boy, so me mother told me,
\n<\/span>Way haul away, we’ll haul away Joe!
\n<\/i><\/b>That if I did not kiss the girls me lips they would grow moldy.
\n<\/span><\/span><\/span>Way haul away, we’ll haul away Joe!
\n<\/i><\/b>
\nKing Louis was the king of France before the revolution.
\nAnd then he got his head cut off; it spoiled his constitution.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

To me!<\/span>
\nWay haul away, we’ll haul for better weather!
\nAway haul away, we’ll haul away Joe!<\/span><\/i><\/b><\/p>\n

Now once in me life I married a wife; her name was Kitty Flanagan.<\/span>
\nShe stole me watch, she took me knife, she took me pots and pannikins! <\/span><\/p>\n

She stayed all night! Oh what a sight \u2013 where d\u2019ya think I found her?<\/span>
\nIn the back of the pub with her skirts clewed up and 20 men around her!<\/span><\/p>\n

To me!<\/span>
\nWay haul away, we’ll haul for better weather!
\nAway haul away, we’ll haul away Joe!<\/span><\/i><\/b><\/p>\n

So later in life I married a wife, but damnit she was lazy!<\/span>
\nShe couldn\u2019t cook, she wouldn\u2019t clean, she damn near drove me crazy!<\/span><\/p>\n

Now once I lived in Ireland, digging turf and praties.*\u00a0 <\/span><\/span><\/span>
\nBut now I\u2019m on a whaling ship, pulling on the braces!<\/span><\/p>\n

To me!<\/span>
\nWay haul away, we’ll haul for better weather!
\nAway haul away, we’ll haul away Joe!<\/span><\/i><\/b><\/p>\n

Saint Patrick was a gentleman. He came from decent people.
\nHe built a church in Dublin town and on it put a steeple.<\/span><\/p>\n

I\u2019m proud to be an Irishman, it is me lot in life, ya know.<\/span>
\nSo I\u2019ll drink a stout of whisky until the heavens I do go!<\/span><\/p>\n

To me!<\/span>
\nWay haul away, we’ll haul for better weather!
\nAway haul away, we’ll haul away Joe!<\/span><\/i><\/b>
\n
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

*(an Irish potato)<\/span><\/p>\n

\"haj<\/a><\/p>\n