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