John Kanaka

I heard, I heard the old man say, hey
John kanaka kanaka tura yay
Today is a holiday
John kanaka kanaka tura yay



Tura yay, oh, tura yay
John kanaka kanaka tura yay

We’ll work tomorrow, but not today
John kanaka kanaka tura yay
We’ll work tomorrow, but not today
John kanaka kanaka tura yay



Tura yay, oh, tura yay
John kanaka kanaka tura yay

We’re bound away from ‘Frisco bay
John kanaka kanaka tura yay
We’re bound away at the break of day
John kanaka kanaka tura yay



Tura yay, oh, tura yay
John kanaka kanaka tura yay

We’re bound away around Cape Horn
John kanaka kanaka tura yay
You’d wish to God you’d never been born
John kanaka kanaka tura yay



Tura yay, oh, tura yay
John kanaka kanaka tura yay

Haul away, oh haul away
John kanaka kanaka tura yay
Oh haul away and earn your pay
John kanaka kanaka tura yay



Tura yay, oh, tura yay
John kanaka kanaka tura yay

It’s rotten meat and weevily bread
John kanaka kanaka tura yay
In two months out you wish you were dead
John kanaka kanaka tura yay



Tura yay, oh, tura yay
John kanaka kanaka tura yay

It’s one more pull and then belay
John kanaka kanaka tura yay
For today, today is a holiday
John kanaka kanaka tura yay



Tura yay, oh, tura yay
John kanaka kanaka tura yay