Rolling Home
1. Now, it takes all 'ands to man the capstan, Mister, see
your cable's clear. Soon you'll be sailing 'ome-ward
bound, sir, And for the Channel you will steer. See your
sheets and clew-lines free, sir, All your buntlines over'auled.
Are the sheer-poles and gear all ready? Soon for old
Engeland we will steer. Rolling 'ome, rolling
'ome, Rolling 'ome, across the sea. Rolling
'ome to Merry England, Where kind friends do await for me.
2 Soon we'll be leaving dear Australia,
And for old England we'll give a cheer!
We'll be leaving you black-eyed damsels
As we loved when free and near.
When our sails are set, and to windward
Lies a westerly waind so clear,
" Are we going around the Cape, sir,
Or for the eastward 'round the Horn we'll steer? "
3 Good-bye, Heads, and let us leave you!
Haul your tow-rope all inboard.
The Heads are straightaway behind you,
And an easterly course you'll steer.
Mister, set your stu'n's'ls quickly,
Gather up all the waind you can.
It must be done within the seventies,
Or soon we will lose our lead.
4 Mister, sweat all your weather braces!
Look, the waind is gathering, and — and soon
We'll be rounding the Diego Rammerees
And around Cape Horn we'll steer.
Then we'll see the dear Atlantic,
And our head is pointed home,
And our lee cathead is under,
And to the land, good God, let her go!
5 Soon we'll be down beneath the Islands.
Oh, hark, she roars — and the riggin's crack!
She must be easily doing seventeen,
And to the waind is rolling home.
Next we'll hear the Forties roaring,
When sun rays and shadows near,
And the Chops are slowly rising
And the strings are pulling clear.
6 Ah, there's the Lizard light is shining,
And we're bound down now to the Nore!
Everything is full and drawing,
By the Start we soon will clear.
Down to Eddystone and Portland,
By the Bill we'll race along.
Now we're bound down to clear Dover,
And there you will see what we'll sheer.
7 Down with your sails and drop your anchor.
Mister, see your cable is clear!
Give her fourteen good long fathoms —
And for the tugboat we will steer!
Chorus
Sailing 'ome, rolling 'ome,
Rolling 'ome across the sea,
Rolling 'ome to Merry England
Where kind friends do await for me!
your cable's clear. Soon you'll be sailing 'ome-ward
bound, sir, And for the Channel you will steer. See your
sheets and clew-lines free, sir, All your buntlines over'auled.
Are the sheer-poles and gear all ready? Soon for old
Engeland we will steer. Rolling 'ome, rolling
'ome, Rolling 'ome, across the sea. Rolling
'ome to Merry England, Where kind friends do await for me.
2 Soon we'll be leaving dear Australia,
And for old England we'll give a cheer!
We'll be leaving you black-eyed damsels
As we loved when free and near.
When our sails are set, and to windward
Lies a westerly waind so clear,
" Are we going around the Cape, sir,
Or for the eastward 'round the Horn we'll steer? "
3 Good-bye, Heads, and let us leave you!
Haul your tow-rope all inboard.
The Heads are straightaway behind you,
And an easterly course you'll steer.
Mister, set your stu'n's'ls quickly,
Gather up all the waind you can.
It must be done within the seventies,
Or soon we will lose our lead.
4 Mister, sweat all your weather braces!
Look, the waind is gathering, and — and soon
We'll be rounding the Diego Rammerees
And around Cape Horn we'll steer.
Then we'll see the dear Atlantic,
And our head is pointed home,
And our lee cathead is under,
And to the land, good God, let her go!
5 Soon we'll be down beneath the Islands.
Oh, hark, she roars — and the riggin's crack!
She must be easily doing seventeen,
And to the waind is rolling home.
Next we'll hear the Forties roaring,
When sun rays and shadows near,
And the Chops are slowly rising
And the strings are pulling clear.
6 Ah, there's the Lizard light is shining,
And we're bound down now to the Nore!
Everything is full and drawing,
By the Start we soon will clear.
Down to Eddystone and Portland,
By the Bill we'll race along.
Now we're bound down to clear Dover,
And there you will see what we'll sheer.
7 Down with your sails and drop your anchor.
Mister, see your cable is clear!
Give her fourteen good long fathoms —
And for the tugboat we will steer!
Chorus
Sailing 'ome, rolling 'ome,
Rolling 'ome across the sea,
Rolling 'ome to Merry England
Where kind friends do await for me!
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