Homeward Bound

Homeward Bound

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


At Catherine's Dock I bade adieu
To Poll and Bet, and lovely Sue;
The anchor's weighed, the sails unfurled,
We're bound to plough the watery world;
Don't you see we're outward bound.

But when we come back to Catherine's Docks,
The pretty girls they come in flocks;
And Bet to Poll and Sue will say--
`Oh, here comes Jack, with his three years' pay;'
Don't you see we're homeward bound?

Then we all set off to the `Dog and Bell,'
Where the best of liquor they always sell;
In comes old Archy, with a smile,
Saying `Drink, my lads, it's worth your while;'
Don't you see we're homeward bound?