Traditional - Lyrics from Songs of American Sailormen, by Joanna Colcord
It's of a farmer's daughter so beautiful, I'm told;
Heave away, my Johnny, heave away away!
Her father died and left her five hundred pounds in gold.
And away, my Johnny boy, we're all bound to go!
Her uncle and the squire rode out one summer's day;
Heave away, my Johnny, heave away away!
Young William is in favor, her uncle he did say,
And away, my Johnny boy, we're all bound to go!
etc.