We're running down a stormy sea and rolling through the thunder.
'Way haul, away. Well haul away, Joe.
It's ev'ry man aloft my boys or we'll be driven under. 'Way
haul, away. Well, haul away, Joe.

Chorus:
'Way haul away. We're bound for better weather. 'Way haul away.
Well, haul away, Joe.

For seven days and seven nights we've labored to exhaustion.
'Way haul away. Well, haul away, Joe.
But now the breeze is from the East. We'll come about for
Boston. 'Way haul away. Well, haul away, Joe.

(Chorus)

East wind bring us home.

The ragged heavens open up. We sound the jubilation. 'Way haul
away. Well, haul away, Joe.
The setting sun's a beacon, boys, a sign of our salvation. 'Way
haul away. Well, haul away, Joe.

(Chorus)

East wind bring us home.

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