Here are the words as sung by Pinch of Salt. Good luck.

THE TOWROPE GIRLS
(Words: Cicely Fox Smith - music: Alan Fitzsimmons)

Oh, a ship in the Tropics a-foaming along,
With every stitch drawing, the Trade blowing strong,
The white caps around her all breaking in spray,
For the girls have got hold of her towrope today.

CHORUS: An' it's Haul away, girls, steady an' true,
Polly an' Dolly an' Sally an' Sue,
Mothers an' sisters an' sweethearts an' all,
Haul away, all the way, haul away, haul!

She's logging sixteen as she speeds from the South,
The wind in her royals, a bone in her mouth,
With a wake like a millrace she rolls on her way,
For the girls have got hold of her towrope today.

The old man he stood on the poop at high noon;
He paced fore an' aft an' he whistled a tune,
Then put by his sextant an' this he did say;
The girls have got hold of her towrope today.

Of cargoes and charters we've had our full share,
Of grain and of lumber enough and to spare,
Of nitrates at Taltal and rice for Bombay,
And the girls have got hold of our towrope today.

She has dipped her yards under, hove to off the Horn,
In the fog and the floes she has drifted forlorn,
Becalmed in the Doldrums a week long she lay,
But the girls have got hold of her towrope today.

Oh hear the good Trade wind a-singin' aloud,
A homeward bound shanty in sheet and in shroud,
Oh, hear how he whistles in halyard and stay:
The girls have got hold of the towrope today!

And it's oh! for the chops of the Channel at last,
The cheers that goes up when the tug hawser's passed,
The mate's "That'll do" an' a fourteen months pay,
For the girls have got hold of the towrope today.

HTML line breaks added. --JoeClone, 19-Apr-02.