I heard, I heard an old man say
Today, today is a holiday
I heard, I heard the old man say
We'll work tomorrow, but not today
Tu-rai-ay, Oh! Tu-rai-ay!
John Kanaka-naka tu-rai-ay!
We're outward bound at the break of day
We're outward bound for 'Frisco Bay
We're outward bound around Cape Horn,
Where you wish to God you'd never been born
We're a Yankee Ship with a Yankee crew
And we're the boys to push her through
We're a Yankee Ship with a Yankee mate
Don't stop to walk or he'll change your gait
And when we get to 'Frisco Bay,
We'll pay off ship and draw our pay
Oh, haul , oh haul, oh haul away,
Haul away and make our pay