R E P E R T O I R E
Call all hands to man the capstan,
see the cable flacked down clear
heave away, an'with a will, boys,
For Ol' England we will steer.
Rolling home, rolling home,
rolling home across the sea,
Rolling home to dear old England,
rolling home dear land to thee.
Now Australia, we are leaving,
For Ol'England give a cheer,
Fare-ye-welle, ye dark-eyed damsels
Give three cheer for England beer.
Goodbye, Heads, we're bound to leave you
Haul the-rope all in-board,
We will leave Old Aussie sternwards
Clap all sail we can afford.
Round Cape Horn on a winter's morning
Now among the ice and snow,
Ye will hear our shellbacks singing
Sheet her home, boys, let her go.
Eighteen months away from England
Only fifty days, no more
On salt horse and cracker-hash, boys
Boston beans that make us sore.
Now the Lizzard Light's a-shinning
And we're bound up to the Nore,
With the canvas full and drawing,
Soon we'll be on England's shore
Now we're passing Dover White Cliffs
Bullies, get yer cable clear,
Give her thirty on the windlass
For the tugboat next we'll steer.