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William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.

Yankee Sailors

YANKEE sailors have a knack,

Haul away! yeo ho, boys;

Of pulling down a British jack,

’Gainst any odds, you know, boys;

Come three to one, right sure am I,

If we can’t beat them, still we’ll try

To make Columbia’s colours fly.

Haul away! yeo ho, boys!

Yankee sailors, when at sea,

Haul away! yeo ho, boys!

Pipe all hands, with merry glee,

While aloft they go, boys!

And when with pretty girls on shore

Their cash is gone, and not before,

They wisely go to sea for more.

Haul away! yeo ho, boys!

Yankee sailors love their soil,

Haul away! yeo ho, boys!

And for glory ne’er spare toil,

But flog its foes, you know, boys!

Then while its standard owns a rag

The world combined shall never brag,

They made us strike the Yankee flag,

Haul away! yeo ho, boys!