Prohibition Way

So haul, haul up the main
Our schooner's off, she sails again
From Newfoundland bound to 'Mericay
Heave, heave, heave me b'ys
We're sailing o're the Yankee tide
We're running rum the prohibition way
When the Americays 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 buyers plea
So haul, haul up the main
Our schooner's off, she sails again
From Newfoundland bound to 'Mericay
Heave, heave, heave me b'ys
We're sailing o're the Yankee tide
We're running rum the prohibition way
Weight down in our hold, prohibition's liquid gold
To rendezvous off the coast of Maine
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 to 'Mericay
Heave, heave, heave me b'ys
We're sailing o're the Yankee tide
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
And never more to sail the open sea
So haul, haul up the main
Our schooner's off, she sails again
From Newfoundland bound to 'Mericay
Heave, heave, heave me b'ys
We're sailing o're the Yankee tide
We're running rum the prohibition way
Now the Boston deal is done, the Yankee buyer's got his rum
Our pockets line for Newfoundland we sail
We're loaded fore and after, enough provisions for the last
The winter b'ys again we have prevailed
So haul, haul up the main
Our schooner's off, she sails again
From Newfoundland bound to 'Mericay
Heave, heave, heave me b'ys
We're sailing o're the Yankee tide
We're running rum the prohibition way