Classic Poem

1. Call all hands to man the capstan, — See your
cable, it runs clear, And we'll heave, and heave together,
For New England home we'll steer. Rolling
home, rolling home; Rolling home across the sea. Rolling
home to dear New England, Rolling home, dear land, to thee.

2 Up aloft among the rigging
Blows the wild and rushing gale,
Like a monsoon in the springtime
Filling out each well-known sail.

3 And the waves we leave behind us
Seems to murmur as they flow,
" There's a hearty welcome waiting
In the land to which you go! "

4 And the girl you love so dearly,
She'll be constant, kind and true
When you press her to your bosom,
All your fondest vows renew.

5 To Australia's lovely daughters
We have bid a fond adieu,
And we'll ne'er forget the hours
That we've happ'ly spent with you.

6 Twice five thousand miles behind us,
Twice five thousand miles before,
Now we're passing Saint Helena,
Heading for the New England shore.
( Or , Heading for Columbia's shore.)

7 And we'll sing in joyful chorus
Through the watches of the night,
And we'll sight the shores of New England
When the dawn brings in the light.
( Or , When the gray dawn brings the light.)

8 So heave away and with a will, boys,
For New England we will steer,
For the girls they are awaiting
For us there upon the pier.