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
And we’ll sing in joyful chorus
Through the watches of the night
And we’ll sight the shores of England
When the grey dawn brings the light

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

Up aloft amidst the rigging
Blows the loud exalting gale
Like a 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

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

Many thousand miles behind us
Many thousand miles before
Ancient ocean heaves to waft us
To our 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

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

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