Homeward Bound

Homeward Bound

Traditional - Lyrics from Iron Men & Wooden Ships, by Frank Shay


Now to Blackwall Docks we bid adieu,
To Suke, and Sal, and Kitty, too,
Our anchor's weighed, our sails unfurled,
We are bound to plough the watery world.
Huzza, we're homeward bound!

Now the wind blows hard from the east-nor'east,
Our ship she sails ten knots at least,
The purser will our wants supply,
And while we've grog we will ne'er say die.
Huzza, we're homeward bound!

And should we touch at Malabar,
Or any other port as far,
Our purser he will tip the chink,
And just like fishes we will drink.
Huzza, we're homeward bound!

And now our three years it is out,
It's very near time we back'd about,
And when we're home, and do get free,
Oh! won't we have a jolly spree.
Huzza, we're homeward bound!

And now we haul into the docks,
Where all those pretty gels come in flocks,
And one to the other they will say,
"Oh! here comes Jock with his three years' pay!"
Huzza, we're homeward bound!

And now we haul to the Dog and Bell,
Where there's good liquor for to sell,
In comes old Archer with a smile,
Saying, "Drink, my lads, it's worth your while,
For I see you are homeward bound!

But when our money's all gone and spent,
And none to be borrowed nor none to be lent,
In comes old Archer with a frown,
Saying, "Get up, Jock, let John sit down,
For I see you are homeward bound!