There's a ship lies rigged and ready in the harbor;
Tomorrow for old England she sails,
Far away from your land of endless sunshine,
To my land full of rainy skies and gales.
And I shall be aboard that ship tomorrow,
Though my heart is full of tears at this farewell;
For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly,
More dearly than the spoken word can tell.
For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly,
More dearly than the spoken word can tell.
I've heard there's a wicked war a-blazing,
And the taste of war I know so very well;
Even now I see the foreign flag a-raising,
Their guns on fire as we sail into hell.
I have no fear of death, it brings no sorrow;
But how bitter will be this last farewell,
Though death and darkness gather all about me,
My ship be torn apart upon the seas,
I shall smell again the fragrance of these islands
And the heaving waves that brought me once to thee.
And should I return safe home again to England,
I shall watch the English mist roll through the dells,