Call all hands to man the capstan
See the cable run down clear
Heave away and with a will boys
For old England we will steer
R:
Rolling home, rolling home, rolling home across the sea
Rolling home to dear old England
Rolling home, dear land to thee
R.
And we'll sing in joyful chorus
In the watches of the night
And we'll sight the shores of England
When the grey dawn brings the light
R.
Up aloft amid the rigging
Blows the loud exulting gale
Like a bird's wide out-streached pinions
Spreads on high each swelling sail
R.
And the wild waves cleft behind us
Seem to murmur as they flow
There are loving hearts that wait you
In the land to which you go
R.
Many thousand miles behind us
Many thousand miles before
Ancient ocean have to waft us
To the well-remembered shore
R.
Cheer up Jack, bright smiles await you
From the fairest of the fair
And her loving eyes will greet you
With kind welcomes everywhere
R.
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[и ещё update >>>] UPD. Вообще-то ребята на видео (см. самый верх заметки) поют несколько вольную свою интерпретацию, вставив туда и про english beer и ещё кой-чего. Также в тырнетах пишут, что ориджинал лирих - Charles Mackay (1858), аддишынал - Carl Peterson:
Up aloft amid the rigging
Swiftly blows the favouring gale
Strong as springtime in its blossom,
Filling out each bending sail
And the waves we leave behind us
Seem to murmur as they rise,
We have tarried here to bear you,
To the land you dearly prize.
Rolling home, rolling home,
Rolling home across the sea;
Rolling home to dear old Scotland
Rolling home, dear land to thee!
Full ten thousand miles behind us,
And a thousand miles before,
Ancient ocean waves to waft us
To the well-remembered shore.
New born breezes swell to guide us
To our childhood welcome skies
To the glow of friendly skies
And the glance of loving eyes
I have watched the rolling hillside
Of the wondrous river Clyde
As I sailed away from Greenock
My heart beat fast inside
But I knew as I was sailing
Far from that Scottish shore
I will miss her every minute
But I'll return once more.
Есть и ещё вариант, местами расходящийся с представленными выше:
Up aloft, amid the rigging
Swiftly blows the fav'ring gale,
Strong as springtime in its blossom,
Filling out each bending sail,
And the waves we leave behind us
Seem to murmur as they rise;
We have tarried here to bear you
To the land you dearly prize.
Rolling home, rolling home, rolling home across the sea,
Rolling home to dear old England
Rolling home, dear land to thee.
Now, it takes all hands to man the capstan,
Mister see your cables clear!
Soon you'll be sailing homeward bound sir,
And for the channel you will steer.
See your sheets and crew lines free sir,
All your buntlines overhauled;
Are the sheerpoles and gear all ready?
Soon for New England we will steer.
Full ten thousand miles behind us,
And a thousand miles before,
Ancient ocean waves to waft us
To the well remembered shore.
Newborn breezes swell to send us
To our childhood welcome skies,
To the glow of friendly faces
And the glance of loving eyes.
В общем, всё точно так же, как и с "Drunken sailor" - куча куплетов, каждый поёт своё что хочет :) оно ж народное же ж.