Yheave ho my lads the wind blows free A pleasant gale is on our lee And now across the ocean clear Our gallant bark well bravely steer But ere we part from Englands shore tonight ID: 595170
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Sailing, Sailing
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.
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 up on 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.Slide2
Sailing, Sailing (
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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.
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
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Sailing, Sailing (Page 3)
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.
Then here's to the sailor, and here's to the one so true
Who will think of him up on 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.