You may talk about your bootle girl wake up in the corner sally
Way haul away, we’ll haul away for Rosie
Way haul away, we’ll haul away for Rosie o
But none can push a joker like the girls of dog leg alley
Way haul away, we’ll haul away for Rosie
Way haul away, we’ll haul away for Rosie o
Once I had an Irish girl her name was kitty Flannigan
She stole me boots she stole me boots, she stole me plate and pattikan
Then I had an English girl, she wasn’t very sporty
Everything I asked of her she said it was too naughty
Then I had a gypsy girl her mother called her molly
Sometime she got drunk at nights and sometimes only jolly
And then I had a Baltimore girl and when she took the notion
She’d rise and fall as steady as the waves apon the ocean
Once in my life I married a wife, damn her she was lazy
She wouldn’t stay at home at nights, it bloody near drove me crazy
Stayed out all night o what a sight, where do think I found her?
Behind of the pub with sheets hauled up and twenty men around her