William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.
Yankee SailorsY
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!
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!
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!