This is an example of a "short haul" chanty from the days of sailing. This song would be sung when the sailors had to take up only a few inches of line that was under great stress, such as when trimming the main sheet. The chanty singer would sing the song while the sailors rested and everyone would give one monumental heave on the final "Joe" of each stanza. The chanty singer would make the song last as long as was necessary to get the job done making up verses as he went along.
When I was a little boy, so my mother told me, to me. Way, Haul Away, we'll haul away, "Joe." That if I did not kiss the girls my lips would all grow moldy, to me, Way, Haul Away, we'll haul away, "Joe."
First I met a Yankee girl, she was fat and lazy, to me, Then I met an Irish girl, she damn near drove me crazy, to me Way, Haul Away. We're bound for better weather, to me, Way, Haul Away, we'll haul away, "Joe."
St. Patrick was a gentleman, he came from decent people, to me In Dublin town, he built a church and on it put a steeple, to me.
King Louie was the king of France before the revolution Then he got his head cut off, it spoiled his constitution.
Way, Haul Away. We're bound for better weather, to me, Way, Haul Away, we'll haul away, "Joe."