Nightcore - Haul Away The Anchor

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  • Опубліковано 3 лют 2025

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  • @jewelthejaguar742
    @jewelthejaguar742 Рік тому +6

    And into my playlist it goes

  • @Akiira
    @Akiira Рік тому

    Awesome 💞💞

  • @cherbear1997
    @cherbear1997 Рік тому +2

    Can someone put the lyrics on the comments.
    Because the transcript practically says music the entire time.!!!!

    • @adelaidegodvild7412
      @adelaidegodvild7412 Рік тому +4

      Haul, haul, haul away
      Haul, haul, haul away
      Haul, haul, haul away
      Haul away the anchor
      Haul, haul, haul away
      Haul, haul, haul away
      Haul, haul, haul away
      Haul away the anchor
      Born in Ireland scandalously
      To a prosperous attorney
      He had an affair with the maid, Mary
      And I was their bastard child
      So he hid me in sight in his employ
      And dressed me as a plucky boy
      But his wife saw through the shammy ploy
      And Pa was the shame of the town
      He wanted to
      Haul, haul, haul away
      Haul, haul, haul away
      Haul, haul, haul away
      Haul away the anchor
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      Haul, haul, haul away
      Haul, haul, haul away
      Haul, haul, haul away
      Haul away the anchor
      We upped and left on a stormy sea
      A new world, new life for me
      But me poor Ma died suddenly
      A pain I couldn't believe
      I was mad, I was out of control
      Lashing out with violent blows
      I was bad, with a storm in my soul
      Volatile as the sea
      I wanted to
      Haul, haul, haul away
      Haul, haul, haul away
      Haul, haul, haul away
      Haul away the anchor
      Haul, haul, haul away
      Haul, haul, haul away
      Haul, haul, haul away
      Haul away the anchor
      Pa got rich in the sugar boom
      And harried me to marry soon
      Some boring, moneyed well-to-do
      But I'm not the genteel kind
      And that's when I met sailor Jim
      No wealth or rank or influence
      So Pa cut me inheritance
      When I swore to be his wife
      Now I never said that I loved him
      But little were my options
      I longed to sail on the ocean
      And Jim was living that life
      I wanted to
      Haul, haul, haul away
      Haul, haul, haul away
      Haul, haul, haul away
      Haul away the anchor
      Haul, haul, haul away
      Haul, haul, haul away
      Haul, haul, haul away
      Haul away the anchor