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Call all hands to man the capstan, see the cable run down clear.
A E7 A
Heave away, and with a will, boys, for old England we will steer;
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and w'ell sing in joyful chorus in the wratches of the night,
A E7 A
and w'ell sight the shores of England, when the grey dawn brings the light.
A E A
Rolling home, rolling home, rolling home across the sea,
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Rolling home to dear old England, rolling home, dear land, to thee.
Up aloft amid the rigging blows the loud exulting gale,
like a bird's 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 losting hearts, that wait you in the land to which you go.
Rolling home, rolling home...
Many thousand miles behind us, many thousand miles before,
ancient ocean heave to waft us to the well remembered shore.
Cheerup, Jack, bright smiles await you, from the fairest of the fair,
and her loving eyes will greet you with kind welcomes everywhere.
Rolling home, rolling home...