Rolling Home
Words and Music: Charles McKay
(Recorded by Tom Lewis on Mixed Cargo)
Call all hands to man the capstan, see
the cable run down clear,
Heave away and with a will boys, for our homeland we will
steer,
And we'll sing in joyful chorus, through the watches of the
night,
And we'll sight our land before us when the grey dawn brings
the light.
Chorus:
Rolling home, rolling home, rolling home across the sea,
Rolling home to Nova Scotia, rolling home dear land to thee.
High aloft up in the rigging, blows the loud, exulting gale,
Like bird's wide, outstretched pinions spreads on high each
swelling sail,
And the wild waves cleft behind us seem to murmur as they
flow,
There are loving arms that wait you in the land to which you
go.
Many thousand miles behind us, many thousand miles before,
Ancient ocean heave to waft us to that well-remembered shore,
Cheer up Jack, bright smiles await you from the fairest of the
fair,
And their loving eyes will greet you with kind welcomes
everywhere.
