Rollin home, rollin home, rollin home across the sea,
Rollin home to Caledonia, rollin home, dear land, to thee.
Call all hands to man the capstan, see the cable running clear.
Heave away, and with a will, boys, to our homeland we will steer.
Round Cape Horn a winter's morning now among the ice and snow,
You will hear our shellbacks singin' sheet her home, boys, let 'er go!
Rollin home, rollin home, rollin home across the sea,
Rollin home to Caledonia, rollin home, dear land, to thee.
Ten thousand miles behind us, just a hundred miles before
And the ocean rins to take us to that well remembered shore
We will join in joyous chorus, in the watches of the night
For we'll see our land of Scotland, when the grey dawn brings the light
Rollin home, rollin home, rollin home across the sea,
Rollin home to Caledonia, rollin home, dear land, to thee.
Up aloft, amongst the riggin, blows the loud exultin' gale
Like a birdie's wide-stretched pinions, spreadin wide each swellin' sail
The wild waves cut behind us, and they murmur as they flow
There are lovin' hearts that wait for you, in the land to which you go.
Rollin home, rollin home, rollin home across the sea,
Rollin home to Caledonia, rollin home, dear land, to thee.
There are welcome cheers to greet us, there are kisses for us all,
Mothers, fathers, wives and families, standin at the harbour wall,
They will tell us of their longin, we will tell them of our trials,
And at last we will be safe home, after all the weary miles.
Rollin home, rollin home, rollin home across the sea,
Rollin home to Caledonia, rollin home, dear land, to thee.
Traditionel shanty fra 1700-tallet