And the Jack Tars Will Sing

Across the roaring 40’s I sail I fly She’s in a hurry To reach out That Southern land Like a horse That knows the way home She bucks She sways Her cloth Slides across the wind Hell or high I will make sure We harbour The leeward side And the Jack tars will sing Hey ho Here we go boys Hold your breeches And heave ho Hold ya breeches And heave ho With white knuckles I hold that wheel As helmsman I fear breaching I won’t let it go The wind She blows The waves They tower Nothing will stop me Heading Over That rising sun And the Jack tars will sing Hey ho Here we go boys Hold you breeches And heave ho Hold ya breeches And heave ho Swinging through the rigging I take me time To set a working sail Up here With Albatross And god I ‘am sailing Through time On a wing and a prayer And the Jack tars will sing Hey ho Here we go boys Hold your breeches And heave ho Hold ya breeches And heave ho Land ho The call is made There she be That Southern land Soon we’ll be safe For sure Me mates On the leeward side We"ll harbour And the jack tars will sing Hey ho Here we go boys Hold your breeches And heave ho Hold ya breeches And heave ho