Home Boys Home

For it's home, boys, home

Home I'd like to be

Home for a while in the old country

Where the oak and the ash and the bonny rowan tree

Are all growing green in the old country

Who wouldn't be a sailor lad a-sailing on the main

To gain the goodwill of his captain's complain?

He come ashore one evening for to be

And that was the beginning of me one true love and me

And it's home, boys, home

Home I'd like to be

Home for a while in the old country

Where the oak and the ash and the bonny rowan tree

Are all growing green in the old country

Well, he asked her for a candle for to light me up to bed

And likewise for a handkerchief to tie around me head

Well, she tended to me needs like a young maid ought to do

So then I says to her, "Now will you jump in with me too?"

And it's home, boys, home

Home I'd like to be

Home for a while in the old country

Where the oak and the ash and the bonny rowan tree

Are all growing green in the old country

Well, she jumped into bed making no alarm

Thinking a young sailor lad would do to her no harm

Well, I hugged her and I kissed her the whole night long

Till she wished the short night had been seven years long

And it's home, boys, home

Home I'd like to be

Home for a while in the old country

Where the oak and the ash and the bonny rowan tree

Are all growing green in the old country

And now early next morning the sailor lad arose

And into Mary's apron threw a handful of gold

Says, "Take this, me dear, for the mischief that I've done

For last night the fear I left you with a daughter or a son"

And it's home, boys, home

Home I'd like to be

Home for a while in the old country

Where the oak and the ash and the bonny rowan tree

Are all growing green in the old country

Now if it be a girl child, send her out to nurse

With gold in her pocket eye and silver in her purse