From Boxfoot
Juliana, Juliana where do you go?
Ah ha, me London Julie
Juliana, Juliana where do you go?
Ah ha, me London Julie
Up aloft, up aloft this spar must go
Up aloft, up aloft from down below
Around Cape Horn there's ice and snow
But around Cape Horn we've got to go
The mate is a-bawlin' down below
So heave away, let's stamp and go