**The first song ever sung by the crew in a show **
When I was a little boy my mother always told me
’Way, haul away, we’ll haul away Joe
That if I did not kiss the girls my lips would grow all moldy
’Way, haul away, we’ll haul away Joe
Once in my life I married a wife but she was mean and lazy…
Then I met an Irish girl, she drives me crazy…
’Way, haul away, we’re bound for better weather
’Way, haul away, we’ll haul away Joe
Once I was in Ireland, a-digging turf and taters
But now I’m on a pirate ship, a-hauling on the braces
St. Patrick drove away the snakes, then drank up all the whiskey
This made him sing and dance a jig, he felt so fine and frisky
’Way, haul away, we’re bound for better weather
’Way, haul away, we’ll haul away Joe
You call yourself a second mate but you can’t tie a bowline
You cannot even stand up straight when the ship is a-rolling
The cook is in the galley making duff so handy
The captain’s in his cabin drinking wine and brandy
’Way, haul away, the good ship is a-rolling
’Way, haul away, we’ll haul away Joe