Classic Poem

Away, haul away, Oh, haul away together,
Away, haul away, Oh, haul away, Joe!
When I was a little lad, my mother told me,
Away, haul away, Oh, haul away together,
That if I did not kiss the girls my lips would grow moldy
Away, haul away, Oh, haul away, Joe!
So first I had a Spanish girl but she was fat and lazy.
Away, haul away, Oh, haul away together,
But now I've got an Irish girl and she nearly drives me crazy.
Away, haul away, Oh, haul away, Joe!
Away, haul away, Oh, haul away together,
Away, haul away, Oh, haul away, Joe!
Another version goes:
King Louie was the king of France,
Before the riv- vi -lution!
Then he got his head cut off,
Which spiled his cons- ti -tution!