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