A wonderful woman our sister Ann
Haul him up and try him out!
Was wronged and wounded by a scandalous man.
Haul him up and try him out!

Went a whalin’ she did but not for a fish.
Haul him up and try him out!
To run the man through, that was her wish.
Haul him up and try him out!

Now what was his name, this unfortunate foe?
 Haul him up and try him out!
Who was the scum who would sink so low?
 Haul him up and try him out!

Caleb by name, we hunt him the same
Haul him up and try him out!
For the things he has done he is surely to blame.
Haul him up and try him out!

Rebecca Ann, for you we sail on
Haul him up and try him out!
For whales and Caleb, hither and yon.
Haul him up and try him out!

Shanties

A long, long time, and a long time ago,
To me way, hay, o-hio!
A long, long time, and a long time ago,
A long time ago! 
2. A smart Yankee packet lay out in the bay,
To me way, hay, o-hio!
Awaiting for a fair wind to get under way,
A long time ago! 
3. With all her poor sailors sick and all sad,
To me way, hay, o-hio!
For they'd drunk all their whiskey, no more could be had,
A long time ago! 
4. She was waiting for a fair wind to get under way,
To me way, hay, o-hio!
If she hasn't had a fair wind she's lying there still.
A long time ago! 

A Yankee ship comes down the river,
Blow, boys, blow!
A Yankee ship with a Yankee skipper,
Blow, my bully boys, blow! 
2. How do you know she's a Yankee clipper;
Blow, boys, blow!
Because her masts and yards shine like silver.
Blow, my bully boys, blow! 
3. Who do you think is captain of her?
Blow, boys, blow!
Old Holy Joe, the darky lover.
Blow, my bully boys, blow! 	4. What do you think she's got for cargo?
Blow, boys, blow!
Why, "black sheep" that have run the embargo.
Blow, my bully boys, blow! 
5. What do you think they'll have for dinner?
Blow, boys, blow!
Why, monkeys' tails and bullocks' liver.
Blow, my bully boys, blow! 
6. O, blow today and blow tomorrow,
Blow, boys, blow!
O, blow me down to the Congo River!
Blow, my bully boys, blow! 	

Away, haul away,
O, haul away together,
Away, haul away,
O, haul away, Joe!

When I was a little lad,
My mother told me,
Away, haul away,
O, haul away together,
That if I did not kiss the girls
My lips would grow moldy
Away, haul away,
O, haul away, Joe!

So first I had a Spanish girl
But she was fat and lazy,
Away, haul away,
O, haul away together,
But now I've got an Irish girl
And she nearly drives me crazy.
Away, haul away,
O, haul away, Joe!

Away, haul away,
O, haul away together,
Away, haul away,
O, haul away, Joe!

King Louis was the king of France
Before the revolution,
Away, haul away,
O, haul away together,
But the people chopped his head off
Which spoiled his constitution
Away, haul away,
O, haul away, Joe!

Away, haul away,
O, haul away together,
Away, haul away,
O, haul away, Joe!

O, around Cape Horn we are bound to go
To me hoodah! To me hoodah!
Around Cape Horn through the sleet and snow,
To me hoodah, hoodah, day!
Chorus:
Blow boys blow, for Califor-ni-o
There's plenty of gold so I've been told
On the banks of Sacramento. 
2. Oh around the Horn with a mainskys'l set,
To me hoodah! To me hoodah!
Around Cape Horn an' we're all wringin' wet.
To me hoodah, hoodah, day!
Chorus: 
3. Oh, around Cape Horn in the month o' May,
To me hoodah! To me hoodah!
Oh, around Cape Horn is a very long way.
To me hoodah, hoodah, day!
Chorus: 
4. Them Dago gals we do adore,
To me hoodah! To me hoodah!
They all drink vino an' ask for more.
To me hoodah, hoodah, day!
Chorus: 
5. Them Spanish gals ain't got no combs,
To me hoodah! To me hoodah!
They comb their locks with tunny-fish bones.
To me hoodah, hoodah, day!
Chorus: 
6. To the Sacramento we're bound away,
To me hoodah! To me hoodah!
To the Sacramento's a hell o' a way.
To me hoodah, hoodah, day!
Chorus: 
7. We're the buckos for to make 'er go,
To me hoodah! To me hoodah!
All the way to the Sacramento.
To me hoodah, hoodah, day!
Chorus: 
8. We're the bullies for to kick her through,
To me hoodah! To me hoodah!
Roll down the hill with a hullabaloo.
To me hoodah, hoodah, day!
Chorus: 
9. Starvation an' ease in a Yankee ship,
To me hoodah! To me hoodah!
We're the bullies for to make 'er rip.
To me hoodah, hoodah, day!
Chorus:
10. Santander Jim is a mate from hell,
To me hoodah! To me hoodah!
With fists o' iron an' feet as well.
To me hoodah, hoodah, day!
Chorus: 
11. Breast yer bars an' bend yer backs,
To me hoodah! To me hoodah!
Heave an' make yer spare ribs crack.
To me hoodah, hoodah, day!
Chorus: 
12. Round the Horn an' up to the Line,
To me hoodah! To me hoodah!
We're the bullies for to make 'er shine,
To me hoodah, hoodah, day!
Chorus: 
13. We'll crack it on, on a big skiyoot,
To me hoodah! To me hoodah!
Ol' Bully Jim is a bloody big brute.
To me hoodah, hoodah, day!
Chorus: 
14. Oh, a bully ship wid a bully crew,
To me hoodah! To me hoodah!
But the mate is a bastard through an' through.
To me hoodah, hoodah, day!
Chorus: 
15. Ninety days to 'Frisco Bay,
To me hoodah! To me hoodah!
Ninety days is damn good pay.
To me hoodah, hoodah, day!
Chorus: 
16. Oh, them wuz the days of the good ol' times,
To me hoodah! To me hoodah!
Back in the days of the Forty-nine.
To me hoodah, hoodah, day!
Chorus: 
17. Sing an' heave an' heave an' sing,
To me hoodah! To me hoodah!
Heave an' make them handspikes spring.
To me hoodah, hoodah, day!
Chorus: 
18. An' I wish to God I'd niver bin born,
To me hoodah! To me hoodah!
To go a-ramblin' round Cape Horn.
To me hoodah, hoodah, day!
Chorus:

O, Stormy's gone, that good old man,
To my way hay, Stormalong, John!
O, poor old Stormy's dead and gone,
To my aye, aye, aye, aye, Mister Stormalong! 
2. We dug his grave with a silver spade,
To my way hay, Stormalong, John!
His shroud of the finest silk was made.
To my aye, aye, aye, aye, Mister Stormalong! 
3. We lowered him with a silver chain,
To my way hay, Stormalong, John!
Our eyes all dim with more than rain.
To my aye, aye, aye, aye, Mister Stormalong! 
4. An able sailor, bold and true,
To my way hay, Stormalong, John!
A good old bosun to his crew.
To my aye, aye, aye, aye, Mister Stormalong! 
5. He's moored at last, and furled his sail,
To my way hay, Stormalong, John!
No danger now from wreck or gale.
To my aye, aye, aye, aye, Mister Stormalong! 
6. I wish I was old Stormy's son,
To my way hay, Stormalong, John!
I'd build me a ship of a thousand ton.
To my aye, aye, aye, aye, Mister Stormalong! 
7. I'd fill her up with New England rum,
To my way hay, Stormalong, John!
And all my shellbacks they would have some.
To my aye, aye, aye, aye, Mister Stormalong! 
8. I'd sail this wide world 'round and 'round,
To my way hay, Stormalong, John!
With plenty of money I would be found.
To my aye, aye, aye, aye, Mister Stormalong! 
9. Old Stormy's dead and gone to rest,
To my way hay, Stormalong, John!
Of all the sailors he was the best,
To my aye, aye, aye, aye, Mister Stormalong!