Fiddler’s Green - John Kanaka Lyrics

I heard, I heard an old man say

Today, today is a holiday

I heard, I heard the old man say

We'll work tomorrow, but not today

Tu-rai-ay, Oh! Tu-rai-ay!

John Kanaka-naka tu-rai-ay!

We're outward bound at the break of day

We're outward bound for 'Frisco Bay

We're outward bound around Cape Horn,

Where you wish to God you'd never been born

We're a Yankee Ship with a Yankee crew

And we're the boys to push her through

We're a Yankee Ship with a Yankee mate

Don't stop to walk or he'll change your gait

And when we get to 'Frisco Bay,

We'll pay off ship and draw our pay

Oh, haul , oh haul, oh haul away,

Haul away and make our pay