Juliana, Juliana where do you go?
    Ah ha, me London Julie
Juliana, Juliana where do you go?
    Ah ha, me London Julie

    Juliana, Juliana where do you go?
    Ah ha, me London Julie
    Juliana, Juliana where do you go?
    Ah ha, me London Julie

Up aloft, up aloft this spar must go
Up aloft, up aloft from down below

Around Cape Horn there's ice and snow
But around Cape Horn we've got to go

The mate is a-bawlin' down below
So heave away, let's stamp and go

Copyright 1999, by T. P. O'Halloran and Fly By Night Publishing Corporation