Louis was the king of France
  Before the revolut-i-on
    Away, haul away, we'll haul away Joe
But then he got his head chopped off
  Which spoiled his constitut-i-on
    Away, haul away, we'll haul away Joe
    (To me) way, haul away
    We'll heave and hang together
    Away, haul away, we'll haul away Joe

Once I was in Ireland
  Digging turf and pratties
And now I'm on a Yankee ship
  Hauling on sheets and braces

Now when I was a little boy
  And so me mother told me
That if I didn't kiss the girls
  Me lips would all grow mouldy

Way haul away
  We'll haul away the bowline
Way, haul away
  The packet is a-rollin'