Oh, don’t yiz hear the Ol’ man say,
Goodbye! Fare-ye-well!
Goodbye! Fare-ye-well!
Oh, don’t yiz hear the Ol’ man say.
Hurraw! Me boys, we’re homeward bound!
We’re homeward bound, we’ll have yiz ter know,
An’ over the water to England must go.
We’re homeward bound to Liverpool Town,
An’ there all them judies they will come down.
We’re homeward bound to the gals o’ the town.
So stamp up me bullies an’ heave her around.
Oh, heave with a will, boys, oh, heave long an’ strong,
Oh, sing a good chorus, for ‘t is a good song.
We’re a fine flashy packet an’ bound fer to go,
With the gals on the towrope we cannot say no!
An’ when we gits home, boys, oh, won’t we fly round,
We’ll heave up the anchor to this bully sound.
An’ when we so gits up to Wallasey gates,
Oh, Sally an’ Polly fer their flash men do wait.
An’ one to the other ye’ll hear them all say,
Oh, here comes me Johnny with his fourteen months’ pay.
Them gals there on Lime Street we soon hope to meet.
An’ soon we will roll down both sides o’ the street.
We’ll meet these fly gals an’ we’ll ring the ol’ bell,
An’ with them fine judies we’ll raise merry hell.
I’ll tell me ol’ mammy when I gets back home,
Them gals there on Lime Street won’t leave me alone.
