Fare ye well, me Julianna,
Challo! Ooh, Challo Brown!
Yet fare ye well, me Julianna.
Challo! Ooh, Challo Brown!
I’m bound away ter leave yer,
But don’t let it greave yer.
I’m bound on board of a whaler,
Or else on board of a trader.
I’m bound across the bay
I’ll be back in manys a day.
I’m bound across Biscay Bay,
I’ll be back with nine months pay.
Up aloft now ye must go,
Up aloft from down below.
One more pull an’ that’ll do,
We’re the gang to push her through.
Fare ye well, me Julianna,
Yet fare ye well, me Julianna.
