Call all hands to man the caps’n, See the cable run down clear. Heave away, and with a will, boys, For ol’ Norway we will steer. Rolling home, rolling home, Rolling home across the sea. Rolling home to dear ol’ Norway, Rolling home, dear land, to thee.
Let us all heave with a will, boys, Soon our cable we will trip. An’ across the briny ocean. We will steer our gallant ship.
Man the bars with perfect will, boys. Let all hands that can clap on. An’ while we heave round the caps’n, We will sing that well known song.
Up aloft amongst the rigging, Blows the wild an’ rushin’ gale. Strainin’ every spar and backstay, Stretchin’ stich in every sail.
An’ the wild waves cleft behind us, seem to murmur as they flow. There are loving hearts awaits you, In the land to which we go.
Many thousand miles behind us, Many thousand miles before. Ancient oceans heave to send us, To the well-remembered shore.
Cheer up, Jack, bright smiles await you, From the fairest of the fair. An’ her loving eyes will greet you An’ kind welcomes everywhere
Sometimes we are bound for Frisco Sometimes we are bound for France But today we’re bound for Norway Give the Risør girls a chance
An’ we’ll sing in joyful chorus, In the watches of the night, An’ we’ll sight the shores of Norway, When the grey dawn brings the light. [Med koret] Eastward, eastward ever eastward, to the rising of the sun. Homeward, homeward, ever homeward, To the land where we were born Refr.
Norsk tekst:
Kall opp alle mann til spillet sjekk at kab'len legges bra Kom igjen og ta nå hardt i for mot Norge skal vi dra Rolling home, rolling home, Rolling home across the sea. Rolling home to dear ol’ Norway, Rolling home, dear land, to thee.
Oppe høyt i våre master blåser vinden våres vei trekker hardt i alle vanter strekker sømmer i hvert seil
Mange tusen mil er bak oss mange hundre mer vår dyst Gamle havet tar oss med seg til vår hjemmekjære kyst
Vi har vært i Bremerhaven Vi har vært i New Orleans Men i dag drar vi mot Norge Risør-jentene vi minns
Og vi synger høyt refrenget under nattevaktens styr Vi vil skimte Norges heier når morgensolen gryr
[Med koret] Østut, østut, vid're østut mot der solen stiger rødt Hjemme, hjemme snart der hjemme i det landet vi ble født Refr.
