White Wings Vol I. Fifty Years Of Sail In The New Zealand Trade, 1850 TO 1900
Homeward Bound
Homeward Bound.
Our anchor we'll weigh, and our sails we will set,
Good-bye, fare-ye-well!
Good-bye, fare-ye-well!
The friends we are leaving, we leave with regret,
Hurrah! my boys, we're homeward bound.
Heave with a will, and heave long and strong,
Good-bye, fare-ye-well!
Good-bye, fare-ye-well!
Sing a good chorus, for 'tis a good song,
Hurrah! my boys, we're homeward bound.