Call all hands to man the capstan
Call all hands to man the capstan
Call 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 sing in joyful chorus
In the watches of the night
And we’ll sight the shores of England
When the grey dawn brings the light
Rolling home, rolling home, rolling home across the sea
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-streached pinions
Spreads on high each swelling sail
And the wild waves cleft behind us
Seem to murmur as they flow
There are loving hearts that wait you
In the land to which you go
Rolling home, rolling home, rolling home across the sea
Rolling home to dear old England
Rolling home, dear land to thee
Many thousand miles behind us
Many thousand miles before
Ancient ocean have 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
Rolling home, rolling home, rolling home across the sea
Rolling home to dear old England
Rolling home, dear land to thee