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... We’ll work tomorrow, but not today... We’re bout away from frisko bay... We’re bout away the break of day... We’re bound away around Cape Horn... We wish to Christ we’d never been born... Hal away, oh hal away... Oh hal away and earn your pay...