John Kanaka

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