And a ship comes up the river with a jolly gang of towers,
And a ‘pull’e haul’e, pull’e haul’e, yoy! heave, hoy!’
“There is busy talk around me, all about mine ears it hummeth,
But the wooden wharves I look on, and a dancing, heaving buoy,
For ’tis tidetime in the river, and she cometh—oh, she cometh!
With a ‘pull’e haul’e, pull’e haul’e, yoy! heave, hoy!’
“Then I hear the water washing, never golden waves were brighter,
And I hear the capstan creaking—’tis a sound that cannot cloy.
Bring her to, to ship her lading, brig or schooner, sloop or lighter,
With a ‘pull’e haul’e, pull’e haul’e, yoy! heave, hoy!’