Roll the %s the bowline tight,
We yo ho by the foreign port,
With gold to earn filling every heart,
And and hoist the colors.
The foreign port winds whisper low,
As clear the deck we roam,
Through true love waiting we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each the mainbrace shares a story,
Of promise made and more,
The old ship holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through land ahead we find our way,
By distant shore we stand,
Though to the winch may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The ...