Godfrey Marks - Sailing, Sailing, Over the Bounding Main

Verse 1
Y'heave ho! my lads, the wind blows free,
A pleasant gale is on our lee,
And soon across the ocean clear
Our gallant barque shall bravely steer;
But ere we part from England's shore tonight,
A song we'll sing for home and beauty bright.
Then here's to the sailor, and here's to the heart's so true,
Who will think of him upon the waters blue!

Chorus
Sailing, sailing, over the bounding main;
For many a stormy wind shall blow, ere Jack comes home again!
Sailing, sailing, over the bounding main;
For many a stormy wind shall blow ere Jack comes home again.

Verse 2
The sailor's life is bold and free,
His home is on the rolling sea;
And never heart more true or brave,
Than his who launches on the wave;
Afar he speeds in distant climes to roam,
With jocund song he rides the sparkling foam.
Then here's to the sailor, and here's to the heart's so true,
Who will think of him upon the waters blue!
(Repeat Chorus)

Verse 3
The tide is flowing with the gale,
Y'heave ho, my lads! set ev'ry sail;
The harbor bar we soon shall clear;
Farewell once more to home so dear;
For when the tempest rages loud and long,
That home shall be our guiding star and song.
Then here's to the sailor, and here's to the heart's so true,
Who will think of him upon the waters blue!
(Repeat Chorus)