Here Comes Harrow Bay

A modern twist on an original sea shanty. I have released a version in a traditional style if you prefer that. Lyrics Come on, lads, on the count of three Pull for the shore and pull for the sea We left the quay with a hold full of tin Heave, boys, heave! The captain’s cursing and the rain’s rolling in Heave, boys, heave! Our mothers wept on the harbour stone Heave, boys, heave! But we’ll come home with the ocean’s gold Heave, boys, heave! Oh, the tide won’t wait, no the tide won’t wait Shoo-bop, shoo-bop, don’t be late Haul away, my lads, haul away The tide won’t wait for the break of day Oh, the salt wind sings and the gulls all say We’re bound for Harrow Bay! Haul away, my lads, haul away Put your back to the rope and sing, don’t pray One more pull and we’ll hear them say “Here comes Harrow Bay!” Haul… haul… haul… Heave, boys, heave! Haul away! Haul away! Heave, boys, heave! Haul away! Haul away! Hey! The mainmast groaned in a black-sky gale Heave, boys, heave! Old Tom held fast to a broken rail Heave, boys, heave! The waves came over like a hungry hound Heave, boys, heave! But we sang her through and we kept her sound Heave, boys, heave! Oh, the tide won’t wait, no the tide won’t wait Shoo-bop, shoo-bop, don’t be late Haul away, my lads, haul away The tide won’t wait for the break of day Oh, the salt wind sings and the gulls all say We’re bound for Harrow Bay! Haul away, my lads, haul away Put your back to the rope and sing, don’t pray One more pull and we’ll hear them say “Here comes Harrow Bay!” Haul… haul… haul… Heave, boys, heave! Haul away! Haul away! Heave, boys, heave! Haul away! Haul away! Hey! The cook’s gone mad and the biscuits are stone Heave, boys, heave! There’s a rat in the barrel with a bed of his own Heave, boys, heave! But the stars are out and the water’s calm Heave, boys, heave! And I’ve a lass who’ll keep me from harm Heave, boys, heave! Oh, lantern light on the harbour wall Is there a window with a light for all Of us who went and us who stayed Of us who sang when we were afraid Haul away, my lads, haul away The tide won’t wait for the break of day Oh, the salt wind sings and the gulls all say We’re bound for Harrow Bay! Haul away, my lads, haul away Put your back to the rope and sing, don’t pray One more pull and we’ll hear them say “Here comes Harrow Bay!” Here comes Harrow Bay! Haul… haul… haul… Heave, boys, heave! Haul away! Haul away! Heave, boys, heave! Haul away! Haul away! Hey! Heave, boys, heave Home from the sea