John Kanaka

I thought I heard the old man say
John Kanaka-naka to-ri-ay
Today, today is a holiday
John Kanaka-naka to-ri-ay

To-ri-ay, oh to-ri-ay
John Kanaka-naka to-ri-ay

We’ll work tomorrow but not today
John Kanaka-naka to-ri-ay
Today, today is a holiday
John Kanaka-naka to-ri-ay

To-ri-ay, oh to-ri-ay
John Kanaka-naka to-ri-ay

We’re bound away for ‘frisco bay
John Kanaka-naka to-ri-ay
We’re bound away at the break of day
John Kanaka-naka to-ri-ay

To-ri-ay, oh to-ri-ay
John Kanaka-naka to-ri-ay

We’re bound away around Cape Horn
John Kanaka-naka to-ri-ay
And there we’ll wish we’d never been born
John Kanaka-naka to-ri-ay

To-ri-ay, oh to-ri-ay
John Kanaka-naka to-ri-ay

Oh haul, oh haul, oh haul away
John Kanaka-naka to-ri-ay
Oh haul away and make your pay
John Kanaka-naka to-ri-ay

To-ri-ay, oh to-ri-ay
John Kanaka-naka to-ri-ay