Oh, it's easy come and it's easy go
With most of the little girls I know,-
Haul away, my bullies!
And when you come, and when you part,
They never take it deep to heart,-
Haul away, my bullies!
Oh, there was Martha, at Liverpool,
She never heard of the golden rule,-
Haul away, my bullies!
And there was Gulla, the Temple Girl,
And Minnie, and Marie, and Pearl,-
Haul away, my bullies!
In Rotterdam, Marseilles, Orleans,-
And each of them taught me what love means;
Haul away, my bullies!
But there is a girl that stands apart,
I can never get her out of my heart,-
Haul away, my bullies!
Oh, I try to forget, but I never can,
The girl that married another man,-
Haul away, my bullies!
