Heave Away

Heave Away

Traditional - Lyrics from Songs of American Sailormen, by Joanna Colcord


As I walked out one morning down by the Clarence Dock,
Heave away, my Johnny, heave away away!
I chanced to hear an Irish girl conversing with Tapscott.
And away, my Johnny boy, we're all bound to go!

"Oh, good morning, Mister Tapscott," "Good morn, my gal," says he;
Heave away, my Johnny, heave away away!
"Oh, it's have you got a packet ship for to carry me over the sea?"
And away, my Johnny boy, we're all bound to go!

"Oh yes, I have a packet ship, a packet of note and fame;
She's lying in the Waterloo Dock, and the Henry Clay's her name."

"Bad luck unto the Henry Clay, and the day that she set sail,
For them sailors got drunk, broke into me bunk and stole me clothes away.

"It was at Castle Garden they landed me on shore,
And if I marry a Yankee boy, I'll cross the says no more."