Intro
Call alf hands to man the capstan,
see the cable run down clear.
Heave away and with a will boys,
for oid England we will steer.
And we!ll sing in joy-fult chorus,
in the watches of the night.
And we!ll sight the shore of England,
when the gray dawn meats the light.
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Rolling home, rolling home,
Rolling home across the sea.
Rolling home to dear old England,
Rolling home dear land to thee.
Tussenspel:
Up aloft amid the rigging,
Blows the loud exulting gale,
Like a birds wide out-stretched pinions.
Spreads on high each swelling sail.
And the wild waves left behind us,
Seem to murmur as they flow,
There are loving hearts that wait you,
in the land to which you go.
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Tussenspel
Eastward, eastward ever eastward,
to the rising of the sun.
We have steered for ever eastward.
Since our voyage has begun.
Off Cape-Horn on a winters morning,
setting sails in ice and snow.
You could hear the shell backs calling,
Hoist away, and let her go.
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