Haul, Boys, Haul Music by - Johnny Collins Lyrics (Traditional) Now when I was a schoolboy I lived at home at ease Now I am a trawlin' man, I sail the wintry seas I thought I'd like seafarin' life, it's all right 'til I found It's a damned sight worse than slavery when we got off the ground And it was Haul, boys haul. Haul, boys haul Heave away the capstan, lads, and let's get up the trawl When the winds a blowin', the ship's a gently rollin' Miami, Miami, won't you be true to me Now every night in winter, as regular as a clock It's on we all sail Wester, likewise your oilskin frock An then up to the capstan lads and then we'll heave away Well that's the cry in the middle of the night as well as in the day And it was Haul, boys haul. Haul, boys haul Heave away the capstan, lads, and let's get up the trawl When the winds a blowin', the ship's a gently rollin' Miami, Miami, won't you be true to me No when the fish are up on deck, a pilin' to our knees We slip and slide and wonder why we ever went to sea But then ashore we sell the catch. That's easier to bear For it's beer all night in the ladies arms when we get paid our share And it was Haul, boys haul. Haul, boys haul Heave away the capstan, lads, and let's get up the trawl When the winds a blowin', the ship's a gently rollin' Miami, Miami, won't you be true to me With winter passin' over and springtime comin' on We go out in all weathers, no time for beer or song For the fish don't wait for lovers, as you might quickly find Put on your oilskin jacket lad and leave the girls behind And it was Haul, boys haul. Haul, boys haul Heave away the capstan, lads, and let's get up the trawl When the winds a blowin', the ship's a gently rollin' Miami, Miami, won't you be true to me And when out trip is over, hard up the tiller goes And straight way into Yardmouth with a big jib on her nose And when we reach the pierhead, all the girls will loudly say Here comes our jolly trawlin' lads that have been so long away And it was Haul, boys haul. Haul, boys haul Heave away the capstan, lads, and let's get up the trawl When the winds a blowin', the ship's a gently rollin' My Emma, my Emma, won't you be true to me My Emma, my Emma, won't you be true to me MAIN MENU / NEXT SONG 
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