Were you ever down on the Eastern Shore,
  It really is a treat, Oh!
  Way, haul away, we'll haul away for Rosie
  Way, haul away, we'll haul away for Rosie, Oh.
  Where the Baltimore whores in their purple drawers
  Come runnin' out to greet you.
  Way, haul away, we'll haul away for Rosie
  Way, haul away, we'll haul away for Rosie, Oh.
  
  
  Oh, when I was a little boy
  My mother often told me;
  That If I didn't kiss the girls
  My lips would all get mouldy.
  
  I sailed the seas for seven years
  Not knowin' what I was missin';
  Then I trimmed my sails before the gales
  And started in a-kissin'.
  
  Well, first I had an Irish gal,
  Her name was Kitty Brannigan;
  She stole me boots, she stole me clothes
  She pinched me plate and pannikin.
  
  And then I got a German girl
  And she was fat and lazy,
  And then I got a New York girl
  She damn near drove me crazy.
  
  And then I got a Frenchie girl
  She took things free and aisy;
  But now I have an English girl
  An' sure she is a daisy.
  
  So harken while I sing to you
  About my darlin' Nancy;
  She's copper-bottomed, clipper-built
  And just my cut and fancy.
  
  Well, once in my life I married a wife
  And Damn! but she was lazy;
  She never worked a day in her life,
  Which damn near drove me crazy.
  
  She stayed out all night, a Hell of a sight!
  And where do you think I found 'er?
  Behind the pump, the story goes,
  With forty men around 'er.
  
  You call yerself a second mate,
  An' cannot tie a bowline;
  You cannot even stand up straight
  When the packet she's a rollin'.