John Kanaka (Trad.)
I thought I heard the old man say…John Kanaka-naka too-ri-ay
Today, today, it’s a holiday… John Kanaka-naka too-ri-ay
Too-ri-ay, oh too-ri-ay, John Kanaka-naka too-ri-ay
We’re outward bound from Frisco Bay… John Kanaka-naka too-ri-ay
We’re outward bound at break of day…John Kanaka-naka too-ri-ay
Too-ri-ay, oh too-ri-ay, John Kanaka-naka too-ri-ay
We’re outward bound around Cape Horn… John Kanaka-naka too-ri-ay
We’re outward bound tomorrow morn… John Kanaka-naka too-ri-ay
Too-ri-ay, oh too-ri-ay, John Kanaka-naka too-ri-ay
And when you’ll wallop around Cape Horn… John Kanaka-naka too-ri-ay
You’d wish to Christ that you’d never been born… John Kanaka-naka too-ri-ay
Too-ri-ay, oh too-ri-ay, John Kanaka-naka too-ri-ay
Oh, haul, oh haul, oh haul away… John Kanaka-naka too-ri-ay
Oh, haul away and make your pay… John Kanaka-naka too-ri-ay
Too-ri-ay, oh too-ri-ay, John Kanaka-naka too-ri-ay
I thought I heard the old man say…John Kanaka-naka too-ri-ay
Today, today, it’s a holiday… John Kanaka-naka too-ri-ay
Too-ri-ay, oh too-ri-ay, John Kanaka-naka too-ri-ay |