Rolling Home |
Up aloft amid the rigging Swiftly blows the loud favoring gale Strong as springtime in its blossom, Filling out each swelling sail And the waves we leave behind us Seem to murmur as they rise, We have tarried here to bear you, To the land you dearly prize. Chorus: Rolling home, rolling home, Rolling home across the sea; Rolling home to dear old England Rolling home, dear land to thee! | 2. Full ten thousand miles behind us, And a thousand miles before, Ancient ocean waves to waft us To the well-remembered shore. Cheer up Jack, bright smiles await you From the fairest of the fair And her loving eyes will greet you With kind welcomes everywhere Chorus:
3. Call all hands to man the capstan |