Now the times were hard, and the wages were low, LEAVE HER,
JOHNNY, LEAVE HER!
And now once more ashore we’ll go,AND IT’S TIME FOR US TO
LEAVE HER.
CHORUS:
Leave her, Johnny, leave her, Oh, leave her, Johnny, leave
Her! For the voyage is done, and the winds don’t blow, And
It’s time for us to leave her.
She would not wear, she would not stay,
She shipped great seas both night and day,
(chorus)
It was rotten meat and weevily bread,
Eat it or starve, the old man said,
(chorus)
Oh the winds were foul and the work was hard,
From Liverpool back to the Brooklyn yard,
(chorus)
The sails are all furled and the work is all done,
And homeward now we’ve made our run,
(chorus)
I thought I heard the old man say,
Tomorrow you will get your pay,
(chorus)
Now it’s time for us to say goodbye,
The old pierhead is drawing nigh,
(chorus)
