Home Again

(Verse 1)
We’re twenty days from shore,
And it’s nearly time to go aboard,
After six long months at sea,
I know a lass who’s been waiting home for me.
We traveled far to go,
And heaved and hauled to row,
Let us haul no more,
For it’s time to go ashore.
Six months pay we’re due,
So let us tailor coats anew
And pay off all our debt,
No more the strain, no more to fret.
(Chorus)
So it’s kisses for the misses,
And leave your clothes upon the floor,
We’re back home again, to kick in every tavern door!
So heave up and pull, boys, and sail her hard to port,
I’ve got a barstool calling my name and time is getting short!
(Verse 2)
The harbor lights are blinking, like a row of amber eyes,
And the smell of roasting mutton drifts beneath the evening skies!
Old Tom is at the halyards with a grin upon his face,
Thinking ‘bout a lady wrapped in ribbons and in lace.
We’ll scatter all our silver like the spray upon the bow,
We’ve done our dirty labor and we’re finished with it now!
So polish up your buckles and we’ll straighten out our caps,
Before we spend our evenings taking long and heavy naps!
(Chorus)
So it’s kisses for the misses,
And leave your clothes upon the floor,
We’re back home again, to kick in every tavern door!
So heave up and pull, boys, and sail her hard to port,
I’ve got a barstool calling my name and time is getting short!
(Bridge)
But keep a steady footing as you jump onto the pier,
Don’t let the excitement cost you half a pint of beer!
The land may feel like swaying for a day or maybe two,
But there’s comfort in a kitchen and a hearty bowl of stew!
(Verse 3)
The anchor hit the bottom with a splash of silver foam,
And every salty sailor shouted out, “We’re finally home!”
I saw my darlin’ waving with a kerchief in her hand,
The prettiest sight a man could see upon the solid land.
I’ll trade the crashing thunder for the ticking of a clock,
And leave the rolling sunder for the safety of the dock.
The ledger’s finally balanced and the sails are tightly furled,
We’re kings of every tavern in this corner of the world!
(Chorus)
So it’s kisses for the misses,
And leave your clothes upon the floor,
We’re back home again, to kick in every tavern door!
So heave up and pull, boys, and sail her hard to port,
I’ve got a barstool calling my name and time is getting short!
(Outro)
So pour a round for every lad who braved the winter gale,
And tell a tall and twisted yarn over a mug of ale!

Traditional maritime sea shanty, baritone male vocal lead with chorus backing, rhythmic rowing tempo, acoustic folk, 18t