Rollin home to Caledonia

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