Oh, rolling round the ocean, From a far and foreign land, May suit the common notion That a sailor's life is… — Norman Lindsay
Oh, rolling round the ocean,
From a far and foreign land,
May suit the common notion
That a sailor's life is grand.But as for me, I'd sooner be
A roaring here at home
About the rolling, roaring life
Of them that sails the foam.For the homeward-bounder's chorus,
Which he roars across the foam,
Is all about chucking a sailor's life,
And settling down at home.Home, home, home,
That's the song of them that roam,
The song of the roaring, rolling sea
Is all about rolling home.
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