Call all hands to man the capstan
See the cable running clear
Heave away and with a will, boys
For our homeland we will steer.
Let us all heave with a will, boys,
Soon our cable we will trip,
And across the briny ocean
We will steer our gallant ship.
Rolling home, rolling home
Rolling home across the sea
Rolling home to dear old England
Rolling home dear land to thee.
We will leave you our best wishes,
We will leave your rocky shores.
For we're bound to dear Old England,
To return to you no more.
Heave away now with a will, Boys.
Every hand you can clamp on
As we walk around the capstan
You will hear that well known song:
Fare you well, Australia's daughters
It is time to say adieu
We shall ne'er forget the hours
That we spent along with you.
Now Australia we are leavin'
For Old England give a cheer,
Fare thee well, ye dark-eyed damsels
Give three cheers for English beer!
Newborn breezes swiftly drive us
Back to childhood's bonnie skies
To the light of loving faces
And the gleam of kindly eyes.
And the wild waves cleft behind us
Seem to murmur as we go
Loving hearts and hands await us
In the land to which we go.
Up aloft amid the rigging
Blows a wild and rushing gale
Like a monsoon in the springtime
Filling out each well known sail.
Many thousand miles behind us
Many thousand miles before
Ere we reach our native country
To that well remembered shore.
Cheer up, Jack, bright smiles await you
From the fairest of the fair.
There are loving hearts to greet you
With kind welcomes everywhere.
And we'll sing in joyful chorus
In the watches of the night,
And we'll sight our land before us
When the grey dawn brings the light.