Classic Poem

Oh, as I walked down the Landing Stage,
All on a Summer's morn,
Heave away, my Johnny, heave away!
It's there I spied an Irish girl
A-looking all forlorn.
And away, my Johnnie boys,
We're all bound to go!

" Oh, good morning, Mr. Tapscott, "
" Good morning, my girl, " says he,
Heave away, my Johnny, heave away!
" Have you got a packet ship
To carry me across the sea? "
And away, my Johnnie boys,
We're all bound to go!

" Oh, yes, I have a clipper ship,
She's called the Henry Clay; "
Heave away, my Johnny, heave away!
" She sails today for Boston Bay,
She sails away at break of day. "
And away, my Johnnie boys,
We're all bound to go!

" Oh, will you take me to Boston Bay,
When she sails away at break of day? "
Heave away, my Johnny, heave away!
" I want to marry a Yankee boy,
And I'll cross the sea no more. "
And away, my Johnnie boys,
We're all bound to go!