Motley Words

Oh, Mary she’s a sailor’s lass
To me Hooker John, me Hoo-John!
We courted all night on the grass
To me Hooker John, me Hoo-John!
Way Susanna, way, hay, high high-ya
Johnny’s on the foreyard,
Yonder, way up yonder

Now, Susie she’s a sailor’s girl
To me Hooker John, me Hoo-John!
She’s nine foot high that girl’s so tall
To me Hooker John, me Hoo-John!
Way Susanna, way, hay, high high-ya
Johnny’s on the foreyard,
Yonder, way up yonder

Flora she’s a hoosier’s friend
To me Hooker John, me Hoo-John!
She’s large around the old beam end
To me Hooker John, me Hoo-John!
Way Susanna, way, hay, high high-ya
Johnny’s on the foreyard,
Yonder, way up yonder

But, Sally Brown she’s the girl for me
To me Hooker John, me Hoo-John!
She courts with me while her man’s at sea
To me Hooker John, me Hoo-John!
Way Susanna, way, hay, high high-ya
Johnny’s on the foreyard,
Yonder, way up yonder

Let’s haul away for Mobile Bay
To me Hooker John, me Hoo-John!
Let’s haul away and earn some pay
To me Hooker John, me Hoo-John!
Way Susanna, way, hay, high high-ya
Johnny’s on the foreyard,
Yonder, way up yonder

I thought I heard the old man say
To me Hooker John, me Hoo-John!
Just one more pull and then belay
To me Hooker John, me Hoo-John!
Way Susanna, way, hay, high high-ya
Johnny’s on the foreyard,
Yonder, way up yonder
Johnny’s on the foreyard,
Yonder, way up yonder