Sailing, Sailing (Godfrey Marks) Y'heave ho! my lads, the wind blows free; A pleasant gale is on our lee, And now across the ocean clear, Our gallant bark we'll bravely steer. cho: But ere we part from England's shore tonight, A song we'll sing for home and beauty bright: Then here's to the sailor, and here's to the one so true Who will think of him upon the waters blue. Sailing, sailing, over the bounding main, For many a stormy wind shall blow ere Jack comes home again. Sailing, sailing, over the bounding main, For many a stormy wind shall blow ere Jack comes home again. The sailor's life is bold and free; His home is on the rolling sea, And never heart more true or brave, Than he who launches on the wave. Afar he speeds in distant climes to roam; With jocund song he rides the sparkling foam. The tide is flowing with the gale; Y'Heave ho! My lads, set every sail. The harbor bar we soon shall clear, Farewell once more to home so dear; For when the tempest rages loud and long, That home shall be our guiding star among. JO Apr98
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