For it's home, dearie, home--it's home I want to be. Our topsails are hoisted, and we'll away to sea.... O, the oak and the ash and the bonnie birken tree They're all growing green in the old countrie.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
O, there's a wind a-blowing, a-blowing from the west, And that of all the winds is the one I like the best,... For it blows at our backs, and it shakes our pennon free, And it soon will blow us home to the old countrie.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
It's up the spout and Charley Wag With wipes and tickers and what not... Until the squeezer nips your scrag, Booze and the blowens cop the lot.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »