I thought I heard the old man say
John Kanaka-naka too lie ay
Today, today is a holiday
John Kanaka-naka too lie ay
Too lie ay, oh, to lie ay
John Kanaka-naka too lie ay
We'll work tomorrow but no work today
We'll work tomorrow but no work today
We're bound away for 'Frisco Bay
We're bound away at the break of day
We're bound away 'round Cape Horn
We wish to Christ we'd never been born
Oh haul, oh haul, oh haul away
Oh haul away and make your pay
And we are Liverpool born and bred
We're strong in the arm but we're thick in the head
