The Irish Rovers - Rolling home to ireland

^GI come from Paddy’s land; I’m a ^Crake and ramblin’ ^Gman Since ^CI was young, I’ve ^Ghad the urge to ^Aroam ^D So ^Gdon’t you weep for me. When I’m ^Csailing on the ^Gsea For you ^Cwon’t see me till ^DI come rolling ^Ghome

Rolling ^Chome to Ireland, rolling ^Ghome across the sea ^EmBack to me ^Aown con-ter-^Dree (country) Two ^Gthousand miles behind us and a ^Cthousand more to ^Ago So ^Dfill the sails and blow winds ^Gblow!

^GWe sailed away from Cork; We were ^Cheaded for New ^GYork I’d ^Calways dreamed the ^Gsailor’s life for ^Ame ^D But the ^Gdays were hard and long; With no ^Cwomen, wine, or ^Gsong And it ^Cwasn’t quite the ^Dfun I’d thought ‘twould b^Ge

^GWe weren’t too long a-sail; When the ^Cwind became a ^Ggale Our ^Cboat was tossed and ^Gturned upon the ^Afoam ^D With ^Gwaves like moutains high; Well ^CI thought that I would ^Gdie I ^Cwished to God that ^DI was rolling h^Gome

^GAnd when I reach the shore; I will ^Cgo to sea no ^Gmore There’s ^Cmore to life than ^Gsailing ‘round the ^AHorn ^D Good ^Gluck to sailor men; When they’re ^Cheaded out ^Gagain I ^Cwish them all safe ^Dharbor from the ^Gstorm