Sailing, sailing, over the bounding main.
For many a stormy wind shall blow
Ere Jack comes home again

Oh! 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 for freedom's shore tonight,
A song we'll sing for home and beauty bright.
Then here's to the sailor,
And here's to the soldier, too
Hearts will be forgiven upon the waters blue.