Traditional - As sung on Stan Hugill In Concert At Mystic Seaport
I heard, I heard the old man say,
John Kanaka-naka tu-lie-ay.
Today, today is a holiday,
John Kanaka-naka tu-lie-ay.
Tu-lie-ay, oh tu-lie-ay,
John Kanaka-naka tu-lie-ay.
Oh we'll work tomorrow, but no work today,
John Kanaka-naka tu-lie-ay.
Oh we'll work tomorrow, but no work today,
John Kanaka-naka tu-lie-ay.
Tu-lie-ay, oh tu-lie-ay,
John Kanaka-naka tu-lie-ay.
Oh we're outward bound, for 'Frisco bay,
Oh we're outward bound at the break of day.
We're a Yankee ship with a Yankee crew,
And we're the buckos for to kick her through.
We're a Yankee ship with a Yankee mate,
If you stop to walk he'll change your gait.
So we'll haul, we'll haul, we'll haul away,
And make our port and take our pay.