oh a pitcher of cider may well make me merry
and drive the cold from my bones
but the warmth of a woman is by far the greater
when it comes to warming my home
and home how I’ve missed it these long years away
my seafaring heart grows weary
so I leave this to you, you brave younger lads
and head home to see me my deary
Now listen close men, I’ve a story to tell
you may know it for you’ve lived it, too
the ocean is calling, pulling us far from land
but home calls our heart sure and true
yet fear not young lads, you’ll be home soon
as soon as the journey is done
and you’ll take your pleasure wherever you can
be it spirits or a spirited one
so make merry your lives, out there on the sea
sailing through freedom so blue
and when you grow weary just raise up your glass
and sing this song to your crew
it’s the only thing that we have to pass on
the burden we’ve borne through these years
take pleasures now, for they’re naught to last
and then go home and find a love, true
go home and bid the ocean adieu