Melbourne girls, they have no combs
Heave away, heave away
They comb their hair with cod-fish bones
And we're bound for Australia
Chorus
Heave away, my bully bully boys, heave away, heave away
Heave away, why don't you make a noise
And we're bound for Australia
Melbourne boys, they have no sleds
Heave away, heave away
They slide downhill on cod-fish heads
And we're bound for Australia
Liza Lee, she promised me
Heave away, Heave away
When I return she'll marry me
And we're bound for Australia