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Haul, haul up the main,
Our schooner's off, she sails again,
From Newfoundland, bound Americay.
Heave, heave, heave, me boys,
We're sailing o'er the Yankee tide;
We're running rum the prohibition way.

Me and the Shays were dry,
By the laws of old excise;
A Yank could find his drink by way of sea.
And our schooner often ran,
From the banks of Newfoundland;
To quench the thirst,
The Yankee buyer's plea.

So haul, haul up the main,
Our schooner's off, she sails again,
From Newfoundland, bound Americay.
Heave, heave, heave, me boys,
We're sailing o'er the Yankee tide;
We're running rum the prohibition way,
We're running rum the prohibition way.

Weighed down our hold,
Prohibition's liquid gold;
To rendezvous off the coast of Maine.
The midnight splash of oars,
The Yankee buyers now on board;
The deal is done,
We're headed off again.

So haul, haul up the main,
Our schooner's off, she sails again,
From Newfoundland, bound Americay.
Heave, heave, heave, me boys,
We're sailing o'er the Yankee tide;
We're running rum the prohibition way,
We're running rum the prohibition way.

We're on to Boston Harbour,
To pull another feat;
And I pray to God,
No excise men we meet.
I'd rather be drawn and hanged,
Than to lose me schooner grand,
Never more to sail the open sea.

So haul, haul up the main,
Our schooner's off, she sails again,
From Newfoundland, bound Americay.
Heave, heave, heave, me boys,
We're sailing o'er the Yankee tide;
We're running rum the prohibition way,
We're running rum the prohibition way.

Now the Boston deal is done,
The Yankee buyer's got his rum;
Our pockets lined,
For Newfoundland we sail.
We're loaded for and aft,
Enough provisions for to last;
The winter, boys, again we have prevailed.

So haul, haul up the main,
Our schooner's off, she sails again,
From Newfoundland, bound Americay.
Heave, heave, heave, me boys,
We're sailing o'er the Yankee tide;
We're running rum the prohibition way.

So, haul, haul up the main,
Our schooner's off, she sails again,
From Newfoundland, bound Americay.
Heave, heave, heave, me boys,
We're sailing o'er the Yankee tide;
We're running rum the prohibition way,
We're running rum the prohibition way.

####.... Glenn Vincent Breen of St John's, NL and Halifax, Nova Scotia (Over The Sea, 1998) ....####
This variant arranged and recorded by The Punters (Said She Couldn't Dance, trk#6, 1998, Loggerhead Records, Toronto, Ontario).

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Me and the [Em] Shays were [C] dry,
By the [G] laws of old ex-[D] cise;
A [Em] Yank could find his [C] drink by way of [D] sea.
And our [Em] schooner often [C] ran,
From the [G] banks of Newfound-[D] land;
To [Em] quench the thirst,
The [D] Yankee buyer's [G] plea.

So, [G] haul, haul [D] up the main,
Our [Em] schooner's off, she [C] sails again;
From [G] Newfoundland [D] bound Ameri-[C] cay. [D]
[G] Heave, heave, [D] heave, me boys,
We're [Em] sailing o'er the [C] Yankee tide;
[G] We're running rum the [D] prohibition [G] way,
[G] We're running rum the [D] prohibition [G] way.


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