Home, Dearie, Home

Home, Dearie, Home

Traditional - Lyrics from The Music of the Waters, by Laura Smith


And if it be a lass, she shall wear a golden ring;
And if it be a lad, he shall live to serve his king;
With his buckles, and his boots, and his little jacket blue,
He shall walk the quarterdeck, as his daddy used to do.

And it's home, dearie, home! Oh, it's home I want to be!
My topsails are hoisted, and I must out to sea;
For the oak, and the ash, and the bonny birchen tree,
They're all a-growin' green in the North Countree,
And it's home, dearie, home!