Oh Johnny was a rover
And today he sails away
Ch: Heave away, my Johnny, heave away
Oh Johnny was a rover
And today he sails away
Ch: Heave away, my bully boys, we're all bound to go
As I was walking out one day,
Down by the Albert Dock
I heard an emigrant Irish girl
Conversing with Tapscott
"Good morning, Mister Tapscott, sir"
"Good morn, my gel," sez he,
"It's have you got a Packet Ship
All bound for Amerikee?"
"Oh yes, I've got a Packet Ship,
I have got one or two.
I've got the Jenny Walker,
and I've got the Kangeroo."
"I've got the Jenny Walker
And today she does set sail,
With five and fifty emigrants
And a thousand bags o' male (meal)."
Bad luck to thim Irish sailor boys,
Bad luck to thim I say.
For they all got drunk, and broke into me bunk
And stole me clo'es away.
Sometimes we're bound for Liverpool,
more times we're bound for France
Ch: Heave away, my Johnny, heave away, away!
Sometimes we're bound for Liverpool,
more times we're bound for France
Ch: And away, my Johnny boy, we're all bound to go!
Oh, Johnny, you're a rover, and to-day you sail away.
It's I will be your own sweetheart if you will only stay.
As I walked out one morning down by the Clarence Dock,
I chanced to hear an Irish girl conversing with Tapscott.
“Oh, good morning, Mister Tapscott,” “Good morn, my gal,” says he;
"Oh, it's have you got a packet ship for to carry me over the sea ??
“Oh yes, I have a packet ship, a packet of note and fame;
She's lying in the Waterloo Dock, and the Henry Clay's her name.”
“Bad luck unto the Henry Clay, and the day that she set sail,
For them sailors got drunk, broke into me bunk and stole me clothes away.
"It was at Castle Garden they landed me on shore,
And if I marry a Yankee boy, I'll cross the says no more.”