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75
SAILING HOME.
Now, boys, we are sailing home again,
Hurrah—hurrrah!
Shall we look for some on the quay in vain?
Hurrah—hurrah!
There, husbands, you your wives will see,
There, lads, our sweethearts bright will be,
All smiles and glee
That we have come sailing home.
Hurrah—hurrrah!
Shall we look for some on the quay in vain?
Hurrah—hurrah!
There, husbands, you your wives will see,
There, lads, our sweethearts bright will be,
All smiles and glee
That we have come sailing home.
Then put her along with every sail;
Hurrah—hurrah!
And whistle up, boys, a piping gale;
Hurrah—hurrah!
A month, and we shall be in port,
Then, boys, for home and spree and sport,
With those so gay
That we have come sailing home.
Hurrah—hurrah!
And whistle up, boys, a piping gale;
Hurrah—hurrah!
A month, and we shall be in port,
Then, boys, for home and spree and sport,
With those so gay
That we have come sailing home.
76
Now is it not worth a year at sea,
Hurrah—hurrah!
Though roughish our days and nights may be,
Hurrah—hurrah!
To think how dear the eyes will be
That are watching to look us in from sea
With tears of glee
That we have come safely home.
Hurrah—hurrah!
Though roughish our days and nights may be,
Hurrah—hurrah!
To think how dear the eyes will be
That are watching to look us in from sea
With tears of glee
That we have come safely home.
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