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Homeward Bound.
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Oh! softly the Ocean swings them
To sleep on her heaving breast,
And the wind from the sweet North sings them
The songs that their hearts loved best.
Soft eyes are sad in their waking—
Eyes bright with the tears unshed—
And there’s many a brave heart breaking;
But the Ocean’s Own lie dead.
To sleep on her heaving breast,
And the wind from the sweet North sings them
The songs that their hearts loved best.
Soft eyes are sad in their waking—
Eyes bright with the tears unshed—
And there’s many a brave heart breaking;
But the Ocean’s Own lie dead.
LI.
Homeward Bound.
They will take us from the moorings, they will tow us down the Bay,
They will pluck us up to wind’ard when we sail.
We shall hear the keen wind whistle, we shall feel the sting of spray,
When we’ve dropped the deep-sea pilot o’er the rail.
Then it’s Johnnie heave an’ start her, then it’s Johnnie roll and go;
When the mates have picked the watches, there is little rest for Jack.
But we’ll raise the good old chanty that the Homeward bounders know,
For the girls have got the tow-rope, an’ they’re hauling in the slack.
They will pluck us up to wind’ard when we sail.
We shall hear the keen wind whistle, we shall feel the sting of spray,
When we’ve dropped the deep-sea pilot o’er the rail.
Then it’s Johnnie heave an’ start her, then it’s Johnnie roll and go;
When the mates have picked the watches, there is little rest for Jack.
But we’ll raise the good old chanty that the Homeward bounders know,
For the girls have got the tow-rope, an’ they’re hauling in the slack.