Heave Away - Roger McGuinn

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

Heave away me Johnnies heave away

And one mor pull and we’re bound away

With a good westerly wind

And away me Johnnies boys we’re all bound to go

Farewell to you dear Kingston gals

Farewell to St. Andrews dock

Heave away me Johnnies heave away

If ever we should come back again

We’ll make your cradles rock

And away me Johnnies boys we’re all bound to go