I thought I heard the old man say
John Kanaka naka, tulai e
Tomorrow is a sailing day
John Kanaka naka, tulai e
Chorus:
Tulai e, oh, tulai e, oh
John Kanaka naka, tulai e,
I thought I heard the First Mate say,
You’ll work tomorrow, but not today.
We’re outward bound from Frisco Bay,
We’re outward bound at the break of day.
It’s rotten meat and weevily bread,
In two months out you wish you were dead.
I thought I heard the Bosun say,
It’s one more pull and then belay.
We'll work tomorrow, but no work today,
For today, today is a holiday,
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We're outward bound for 'Frisco Bay,
We're outward bound at the break of day.
We're bound away around Cape Horn,
Where you wish to God you'd not been born!
We're outward bound from London Town,
Where all the girlies they come down.
We're a Yankee Ship with a Yankee crew,
And we're the boys to push her through.
We're a Yankee Ship with a Yankee mate,
Don't stop to walk or he'll change your gait.
And when we get to 'Frisco Bay,
We'll pay off ship and draw our pay.
O haul, oh haul, oh haul away,
O haul away, an' make yer pay!
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