When I was a little lass, so my mother told me;
Way, haul away, we’ll haul away Joe!
That if I did not lick the boys, my muzz-le would grow moldy!
Way, haul away, we’ll haul away Joe!
Awoo, haul away, we’ll haul together,
Way, haul away, we’ll haul away Joe!

Now first I met an anthro boy; he was fat and lazy.
Way, haul away, we’ll haul away Joe!
Now I have a humie boy, he damn near drives me crazy!
Way, haul away, we’ll haul away Joe!
Awoo, haul away, we’ll haul we’re bound for better weather!
Way, haul away, we’ll haul away Joe!

Awoo, haul away, I’ll sing to you of Anon!
Way, haul away, we’ll haul away Joe!
He scratched my ears and tummy, so he’s the guy I fancy!
Way, haul away, we’ll haul away Joe!
Awoo, haul away, we’ll haul together,
Way, haul away, we’ll haul away Joe!