Rolling home

trad.

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Call all hands to man the capstan, see the cable run down clear.
D A E7 A
Heave away, and with a will, boys, for old England we will steer;
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and we'll sing in joyful chorus in the wratches of the night,
D A E7 A
and we'll sight the shores of England, when the grey dawn brings the light.
A E A
Rolling home, rolling home, rolling home across the sea,
E A E7 A
Rolling home to dear old England, rolling home, dear land, to thee.
 
Up aloft amid the rigging blows the loud exulting gale, 
like a bird's wide out-stretched pinions spreads on high each swelling sail; 
and the wild waves left behind us seem to murmur as they flow, 
there are losing hearts await' you in the land to which we go. 
Rolling home, rolling home... 
 
Many thousand miles behind us, many thousand miles before, 
ancient ocean heave to waft us to the well remembered shore. 
Cheerup, Jack, bright smiles await you, from the fairest of the fair, 
and her loving eyes will greet you with kind welcomes everywhere. 
Rolling home, rolling home... 
 

Deutsche Version

A
Dor föhr vun Hamborg mol son olen Kasten,
A7 D
Met Namen het he Maghellan.
D A
Dor weer bi Dag keen Tid to'n Brassen,
E7 A
Dat lät man all'ns bet abends stahn.
A E A
Rolling home, rolling home, rolling home across the sea,
E A E7 A
Rolling home to dear old Hamburg, rolling home dear land to see.
 
Bi Dag dor kunn dat wein und blasen, 
Dor wör noch lang keen Hand anleggt, 
Dat köm erst abends na veer Glasen, 
Dor wör de ganze Plünkram streckt. 
Rolling home, rolling home, rolling home across the sea, 
Rolling home to dear old Hamburg, rolling home dear land to see. 
 
Dat wer so recht denn Ol' n sin Freeten, 
Dat güng em över Danz und Ball. 
Har Janmaat grad de Piep ansteecken 
Denn röp de Ol: "pull Grotmarsfall". 
Rolling home, rolling home, rolling home across the sea, 
Rolling home to dear old Hamburg, rolling home dear land to see. 
 
Oh, Maghelan, du olen Kassen, 
Ditt Leed sall di een Denkmal ween. 
Bi Schnee un Regen schrapt Jan Mat Masten 
Und achtern supt se Beer un Köhm. 
Rolling home, rolling home, rolling home across the sea, 
Rolling home to dear old Hamburg, rolling home dear land to see. 


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