Up aloft amid the rigging
Swiftly blows the loud favouring gale
Strong as springtime in its blossom,
Filling out each swelling sail

And the waves we leave behind us
Seem to murmur as they rise,
We have tarried here to bear you,
To the land you dearly prize.

Rolling home, rolling home,
Rolling home across the sea;
Rolling home to Caledonia
Rolling home, dear land to thee!

Fare ye well ye Spanish ladies,
We must bid you all adieu,
Happy times we've had together,
Happy times we spent with you.

Rolling home, rolling home,
Rolling home across the sea;
Rolling home to Caledonia
Rolling home, dear land to thee!

Call all hands to man the capstan
See the cable run down clear
Heave away and with a will boys
For our homeland we will steer

And we'll sing in joyful chorus
In the watches of the night
And we'll see old Caledonia
When the grey dawn brings the light

  Rolling home, rolling home

Rolling home across the sea,
Rolling home to Caledonia
Rolling home, fair land to thee

FFrom the Sea to the Shore