Motley Words

She’s a rotten brig with creaking innards (haul and drag)
Rope by rope, we’ll heave her windward (haul and drag, ay)

Haul and drag, bullies
Haul and drag
Haul ’til the devil takes ya
Haul and drag

Hogs of rum bound for St. Lucia (haul and drag)
Two for me and one for you, sir (haul and drag, ay)

Chorus

Well, the cook’s a-rolling in the galley (haul and drag)
Scattered like a skittle alley (haul and drag)

Chorus

Speeding down the Strait of Dover (haul and drag)
Furl the top, she’s listing over (haul and drag, ay)

Chorus

Rudder’s gone and hold is filling (haul and drag)
Powder’s wet and flour is swimming (haul and drag, ay)

Chorus

Every hand to Neptune’s calling (haul and drag)
(Slow) Down in Hell, there’ll be no hauling
(Slow) Haul and drag