Heave Me Hearties All

Oh we will not be home for Christmas

Heave me hearties, haul away!

We’ll be south of the Panama isthmus

Heave me hearties all!

On the day when Christ was born

We’ll be sailing ‘round Cape Horn

Heave me hearties, haul away!

Heave me hearties all!

Oh we shall spend the Lord’s birthday

Heave me hearties, haul away!

Working for a sailor’s pay

Heave me hearties all!

We’ll mark the day with a swaller of rum

If the Old Man gives us some

Heave me hearties, haul away!

Heave me hearties all!

Oh we’ve got a carpenter on board

Heave me hearties, haul away!

But he ain’t nothing like Our Lord

Heave me hearties all!

Pickled in gin, he ain’t no good

Lying in the scuppers sawing wood

Heave me hearties, haul away!

Heave me hearties all!

If ever you meet us in port, then you

Heave me hearties, haul away!

You can buy us all a drink or two

Heave me hearties all!

For roving wastrels all are we

Who live upon the lonesome sea

Heave me hearties, haul away!

Heave me hearties all!

Oh we wish you lubbers warmth and cheer

Heave me hearties, haul away!

As ‘round the Horn our ship we steer

Heave me hearties all!

Singing as we sail away

And we’ll not be home for Christmas Day

Heave me hearties, haul away

Oh heave me hearties all!