Though there are several
variants with set lyrics to this tune, what kind of fun is that?
This version is (once again) an improvised insult song.
(Chorus)
Haul away your rollin’ king
Heave away, haul away,
Haul away oh hear me sing,
We’re bound for south Australia
Yankee gals don’t sleep on beds...
Heave away, haul away
They go to sleep on codfish heads...
We’re bound for South Australia.
(Chorus)
I spends me money on women and beer...
All the lasses call me dear...
(Chorus)
Oliver is a right fine bloke...
All the oars they keeps him Broke...
(And so on...)