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We're running down a stormy sea and rolling through the thunder. 'Way haul, away. Well haul away, Joe.
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It's ev'ry man aloft my boys or we'll be driven under. 'Way haul, away. Well, haul away, Joe.
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'Way haul away. We're bound for better weather. 'Way haul away. Well, haul away, Joe.
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For seven days and seven nights we've labored to exhaustion. 'Way haul away. Well, haul away, Joe.
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But now the breeze is from the East. We'll come about for Boston. 'Way haul away. Well, haul away, Joe.
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(Chorus)
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East wind bring us home.
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The ragged heavens open up. We sound the jubilation. 'Way haul away. Well, haul away, Joe.
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The setting sun's a beacon, boys, a sign of our salvation. 'Way haul away. Well, haul away, Joe.
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(Chorus)
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East wind bring us home.
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HAUL AWAY
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| Jack Splittard |
