Lloyd - Haul Away For Rosie lyrics

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 who*es 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'. Collected, I believe, by A. L. Lloyd; Recorded by Stu Frank Verses are interchangeable with Haul Away, Joe; these are a sort of hash from R. Greenhaus, D. Diamond, S. Hugill. First verse by (?) Bob Hitchco*k. filename[ HAULROSY play.exe HAULROSY RG ===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY===