Rolling home, rolling home,
            Rolling home across the sea.
        Rolling home to dear old England,
            Rolling home, fair land, to thee.

Let us all heave with a will, boys,
    Soon our cable we will trip,
And across the briny ocean
    We will steer our gallant ship.

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Man the bars; heave with a will, lads,
    Let all hands that can clap on;
And while we heave round the capstan
    We will sing that well-known song.

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To Australia’s lovely daughters
    We will bid a fond adieu.
We shall ne’er forget the hours
    That we spent along with you.

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We will leave you our best wishes,
    We will leave your rocky shores.
For we’re bound to dear Old England,
    To return to you no more.

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Up aloft amongst the rigging
    Blows the wild and rushing gale,
Straining every spar and backstay,
    Stretching stitch in every sail.

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Eighteen months away from England,
    Now a hundred days or more
On salt-horse and cracker-hash, boys,
    Boston beans that made us sore.

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Eastwards, ever eastwards
    To the rising of the sun.
Homewards, ever homewards
    To the land where we were born.

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Ten thousand miles now lay behind us,
    Ten thousand miles or more to roam.
Soon we’ll see our native country,
    Soon we’ll greet our dear old home.

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Round Cape Horn one winter’s morning,
    All among the ice and snow
You could hear them shellbacks singing,
    “Sheet her home, boys, let her go!”

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Heave away, you sons-of-thunder,
    For the nor’ard we will steer,
Where the gals and wives are waiting,
    Standing there upon the pier.

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Cheer up, Jack, bright smiles await you
    From the fairest of the fair.
There are loving hearts to greet you
    And kind welcomes everywhere.

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And the gal you love most dearly,
    She’s been constant, firm and true.
She will clap you to her bosom,
    Saying, “Jack, I still love you.”

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And we’ll sing in joyful chorus
    In the watches of the night,
And we’ll greet the shores of England
    When the grey dawn breaks the light.