Lyrics Bengal Bay - The Fisherman's Friends
There's
some
that's
bound
for
New
York
Town,
and
some
that's
bound
for
France,
Heave
away
me
Johnnies,
heave
away.
And
there's
some
that's
bound
for
the
Bengal
Bay,
to
teach
them
whales
a
dance,
Heave
away
me
Jonny
boys,
we're
all
bound
to
go.
The
Pilot
he
is
waiting
for
the
turning
of
the
tide,
Heave
away
me
Johnnies,
heave
away.
And
then
me
boys
we're
going
again
with
the
good
and
westerly
wind,
Heave
away
me
Jonny
boys,
we're
all
bound
to
go.
Farewell
to
you,
you
Kingston
girls,
farewell
to
St
Andrew's
dock,
Heave
away
me
Johnnies,
heave
away.
If
ever
we
return
again,
we'll
make
your
cradles
rock,
Heave
away
me
Jonny
boys,
we're
all
bound
to
go.
Come
all
you
hard
working
sailor
men,
around
the
Cape
of
Storms,
Heave
away
me
Johnnies,
heave
away.
Be
sure
of
your
boots
and
your
oil
skins,
or
you'll
wish
you'd
never
was
born,
Heave
away
me
Jonny
boys,
we're
all
bound
to
go.
There's
some
that's
bound
for
New
York
Town,
and
some
that's
bound
for
France,
Heave
away
me
Johnnies,
heave
away.
And
there's
some
that's
bound
for
the
Bengal
Bay,
to
teach
them
whales
a
dance,
Heave
away
me
Jonny
boys,
we're
all
bound
to
go.
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