Y’heave ho! My lads the wind blows free,
a pleasant gale is on our lee,
and soon across the ocean clear,
our galant barque shall bravely steer.
But e’re we part from Englands shore tonight,
a song we’ll sing for home and beauty bright.
Then here’s to the sailor and here’s to the heart so true,
who will think of him upon the waters blue.

Sailing sailing over the bounded main,
for many a stormy wind shal blow e’re Jack comes home again.
Sailing sailing over the bounded main,
for many a stormy wind shal blow e’re Jack comes home again

The sailors life is bold and free,
his home is on the rolling sea,
and never a heart more true and brave,
than he who launches on the waves.
As far he speeds in distant clim’es to roam
with y’ho and songs he rides the sparkling foam.
Then here’s to the sailor and here’s to the heart so true,
who will think of him upon the waters blue.

Sailing sailing over the bounded main,
for many a stormy wind shal blow e’re Jack comes home again.
Sailing sailing over the bounded main,
for many a stormy wind shal blow e’re Jack comes home again

The tide is flowing with the gale,
y’heave ho my lads, set ev’ry sail,
the harbours bar we soon shall clear,
fare well once more to home so dear.
For when the tempest rages loud and long,
that home shall be our guiding star among.
Then here’s to the sailor and here’s to the heart so true,
who will think of him upon the waters blue.

Sailing sailing over the bounded main,
for many a stormy wind shal blow e’re Jack comes home again.
Sailing sailing over the bounded main,
for many a stormy wind shal blow e’re Jack comes home again.