| lyric | Cal all hands to man the capstan,
see the cable run down clear.
Heave away, and with a will, boys.
For old England we will steer.
And we’ll home, rolling home,
rolling home across the sea,
rolling home to dear old England,
rolling home dear land to thee.
Rolling sing joyfull chorus
in the watches of the night
and we’ll sight the shores of England,
when the gray brings the light. |