Motley Words

There’s some that’s bound for New York town
and some that’s bound for France
Heave away me Bullies, heave away
And some that’s bound for the Bengal Bay
To teach them whales to dance
Heave away me Bullies, we’re all bound to go x 1

The pilot he is awaiting for
The turning of the tide
Heave away me Bullies, heave away
And then me girls we’ll be gone again
With the good and westerly wind
Heave away me Bullies, we’re all bound to go x 1

Farewell to you, me Kingston girls
Farewell St Andrews dock
Heave away me Bullies, heave away
If ever we come back again
We’ll make your cradles rock
Heave away me Bullies, we’re all bound to go x 1

Come all you hard working sailor men
Who round the cape of storm
Heave away me Billies, heave away
Be sure your boots and oilskins on
Or you’ll wish you never was born
Heave away me Bullies, we’re all bound to go x 2