There's some is bound for New York town
And others that's bound for France
Heave away, me Johnnies, heave away
And some is bound for the Bengal Bay
To teach them whales a dance
And away, me Johnnies boys, we're all bound to go
Our pilot is awaitin' for the turning of the tide
Heave away, me Johnnies, heave away
And one more pull and we're bound away
With a good westerly wind
And away, me Johnnies boys, we're all bound to go
Farewell to you, dear Kingston gals
Farewell to St. Andrews dock
Heave away, me Johnnies, heave away
If ever we should come back again
We'll make your cradles rock
And away, me Johnnies boys, we're all bound to go
There's some is bound for New York town
And others that's bound for France
Heave away, me Johnnies, heave away
And some is bound for the Bengal Bay
To teach them whales a dance
And away, me Johnnies boys, we're all bound to go