Haul on the Bowlin'

“Haul on the Bowlin’” is one of the great short-haul sea shanties, a proper working song once roared out on the word “haul!” to drive a few good pulls on the line.

With roots stretching back to the days of sail, it’s a simple, punchy maritime work song that we deliver with driving rhythm and the full-throated gusto you’d expect from the country's rowdiest shanty band, The Rusty Tubs

Lyrics

Haul on the bowlin', me Kitty is me darlin'.

Haul on the bowlin', the bowlin' haul!

Haul on the bowlin', so early in the mornin'.

Haul on the bowlin', the bowlin' haul!

Haul on the bowlin', another day was dawning.

Haul on the bowlin', the bowlin' haul!

Haul on the bowlin', me Kitty comes from Liverpool.

Haul on the bowlin', the bowlin' haul!

Haul on the bowlin', the gale it is a howling.

Haul on the bowlin', the bowlin' haul!

Haul on the bowlin', the cook he is a-growlin'.

Haul on the bowlin', the bowlin' haul!

Haul on the bowlin', we'll all away together.

Haul on the bowlin', the bowlin' haul!

Haul on the bowlin', we'll bust the chafe in leather.

Haul on the bowlin', the bowlin' haul!

Haul on the bowlin', pay-day is a comin'

Haul on the bowlin', the bowlin' haul!

Haul in the bowline, me bully ship's a-rolling.

Haul on the bowlin', the bowlin' haul!

Haul on the bowlin' we don't know where we're going.

Haul on the bowlin', the bowlin' haul!

Haul on the bowlin' the old man he's a-grumblin'!

Haul on the bowlin', the bowlin' haul!

Haul on the bowlin', Kitty - is - me - dar-ar-lin'...

Haul on the bowlin', the bowlin' haul!

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