I come from Paddy?s land; I?m a rake and ramblin? man
Since I was young, I?ve had the urge to roam
So don?t you weep for me. When I?m sailing on the sea
For you won?t see me till I come rolling home
Rolling home to Ireland, rolling home across the sea
Back to me own con-ter-ree (country)
Two thousand miles behind us and a thousand more to go
So fill the sails and blow winds blow!
We sailed away from Cork; We were headed for New York
I?d always dreamed the sailor?s life for me
But the days were hard and long; With no women, wine, or song
And it wasn?t quite the fun I?d thought ?twould be
Rolling home to Ireland, rolling home across the sea
Back to me own con-ter-ree (country)
Two thousand miles behind us and a thousand more to go
So fill the sails and blow winds blow!
We weren?t too long a-sail; When the wind became a gale
Our boat was tossed and turned upon the foam
With waves like moutains high; Well I thought that I would die
I wished to God that I was rolling home
Rolling home to Ireland, rolling home across the sea
Back to me own con-ter-ree (country)
Two thousand miles behind us and a thousand more to go
So fill the sails and blow winds blow!
And when I reach the shore; I will go to sea no more
There?s more to life than sailing ?round the Horn
Good luck to sailor men; When they?re headed out again
I wish them all safe harbor from the storm
Rolling home to Ireland, rolling home across the sea
Back to me own con-ter-ree (country)
Two thousand miles behind us and a thousand more to go
So fill the sails and blow winds blow!