I though I heard the old man say —
“Aye, aye, roll along home! —
Bound home for old England we’re sailing to-day —
Heave up the anchor and roll along home!
The pilot’s aboard and the capstan is manned,
Blue Peter’s a-waving farewell to the land,
For after long waiting our orders have come
To heave up the anchor and roll along home —
Roll — roll along home!”
The sails they are bent and the cargo is stowed —
Aye, aye, roll along home! —
And far will her way be and lonely her road —
Shake out the topsails and roll along home!
Yes, long is the road through the storm and the shine
That brings me back home to you, true love of mine;
No longer I’ll wander, no further I’ll roam,
But shake out my topsails and roll along home —
Roll — roll along home!”
(Cicely Fox Smith)
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