There's some is bound for New York town And others that's bound for France Heave away me Johnnies heave away And some is bound for the Bengal Bay And away me Johnnies boys we're all bound to go The pilot is awaitin' for the turning of the tide And one mor pull and we're bound away With a good westerly wind Farewell to you dear Kingston gals Farewell to St. Andrews dock If ever we should come back again We'll make your cradles rock
[00:08.34][02:13.45]There's some is bound for New York town [00:12.00][02:17.39]And others that's bound for France [00:15.27][00:46.50][01:50.31][02:20.62]Heave away me Johnnies heave away [00:23.31][02:28.65]And some is bound for the Bengal Bay [00:30.36][01:02.03][02:05.01][02:35.49]And away me Johnnies boys we're all bound to go [00:39.19]The pilot is awaitin' for the turning of the tide [00:54.81]And one mor pull and we're bound away [00:58.77]With a good westerly wind [01:42.34]Farewell to you dear Kingston gals [01:46.26]Farewell to St. Andrews dock [01:57.58]If ever we should come back again [02:01.30]We'll make your cradles rock
