At the Blackwall docks we bid adieu, To lovely Kate an’ pretty Sue. Our anchor’s weighed an’ our sails unfurled, An’ we’re bound to plough the wat’ry world, An’ say we’re outward bound, Hurrah, we’re outward bound!
Oh, the wind blow hard from east nor’east, Our ship will sail ten knots at least. Our roarin’ guns we’ll well supply, An’ while we’ve powder we’ll never say die, Hurrah, we’re outward bound, Hurrah, we’re outward bound!
An’ when we get to Malabar, Or some other port not quite as far, Our capt’n will our wants supply, An’ while we’ve grub we’ll never say die, Hurrah, we’re outward bound, Hurrah, we’re outward bound!
Then at last our capt’n comes on board, Our sails are bent, we are manned an’ stored. The Peter’s hoisted at the fore, Goodbye to the gals we’ll never see no more, For we’re homeward bound, Hurrah, we’re outward bound!
One day the man at the for’d look-out Proclaims a sail with a joyful shout. Can ye make her out? I think I can, She’s a pilot standing out from land. For we’re homeward bound, Hurrah, we’re outward bound!
Now when we get to the Blackwall Docks, The pretty young gals come down in flocks. An’ one to the other ye’ll hear them say, “Oh, here comes Jack with his ten month pay. For I see you’re homeward bound, Hurrah, we’re outward bound!
An’ when we get to the Dog an’ Bell, It’s there they’ve got good licker to sell In comes ol’ Grouse with a jolly smile, Sayin’, “Drink, me boys, it’s worth yer while. For I see you’re homeward bound, Hurrah, we’re outward bound!
But when the money’s all gone an’ spent, An’ there’s none to be borr’ed an’ none to be lent In comes ol’ Grouse with an angry frown, Sayin’, “Get up Jack, let John sit down! For I see you’re outward bound, Hurrah, we’re outward bound!
Then poor ol’ Jack must understand, There’s ships in docks all wantin’ hands. So he goes on board as he did before, An’ bids adieu to his native shore, For he is outward bound, Hurrah, we’re outward bound!
