We’re All Bound To Go

We’re All Bound To Go

As I was walked down the Landing Stage,
All on a Summer’s morn,,
Heave away, my Johnny, Heave Away.
It’s there I spied an Irish girl,
A-looking all forlorn.
And away my Johnnie boys,
We’re all bound to go.

Oh, good morning, Mr. Tapscott,
Good morning, my girl, says he,
Heave away, my Johnny, Heave Away.
Have you got a packet ship,
To carry me across the sea?
And away my Johnnie boys,
We’re all bound to go.

Oh yes, I have a clipper ship,
She’s called the Henry Clay,
Heave away, my Johnny, Heave Away.
She sails today for Boston Bay,
She sails away at break of day.
And away my Johnnie boys,
We’re all bound to go.

Oh will you take me to Boston Bay,
When she sails away at break of day?
Heave away, my Johnny, Heave Away.
I want to marry a Yankee boy,
And I’ll cross the sea no more.
And away my Johnnie boys,
We’re all bound to go.