Home Boys Home

Well who wouldn't be a sailor lad a sailin’ on the main,

To gain the good will of his captain's good name?

He came ashore one evening for to be,

And that was the beginning of me oul’ true love and me.

And it's home boys home,

Home I'd like to be,

Home for a while in the old country,

Where the Oak and the Ash, and the bonny Rowan tree,

Are agrowin’ green in the north country.

Well I asked her for a candle for to light me way to bed,

And likewise for a handkerchief to tie around me head,

She tended to me needs like a young maid ought to do,

So then I says to her, ‘Now won’t you leap in with me too?’

And it's home boys home,

Home I'd like to be,

Home for a while in the old country,

Where the Oak and the Ash, and the bonny Rowan tree,

Are agrowin’ green in the north country.

Well she jumped into bed making no alarm,

Thinking a young sailor lad could do to her no harm,

Well I hugged her and I kissed her the whole night long,

Till she wished the short night, had been seven years long.

And it's home boys home,

Home I'd like to be,

Home for a while in the old country,

Where the Oak and the Ash, and the bonny Rowan tree,

Are agrowin’ green in the north country.

Well early next morning the sailor lad arose,

And into Mary's apron threw a handful of gold,

Saying, ‘Take this me dear for the damage that I have done,

For tonight I fear I've left you with a daughter or a son.

And it's home boys home,

Home I'd like to be,

Home for a while in the old country,

Where the Oak and the Ash, and the bonny Rowan tree,

Are agrowin’ green in the north country.

Well if it be a girl child, send her out to nurse,

With gold in her pocket and silver in her purse,

And if it be a boy child, he'll wear the jacket blue,

And go climbing up the rigging like his daddy used to do.

And it's home boys home,

Home I'd like to be,

Home for a while in the old country,

Where the Oak and the Ash, and the bonny Rowan tree,

Are agrowin’ green in the north country.

Come all you fair maidens, a warning take be me,

And never let a sailor lad an inch above your knee,

For I trusted one and he beguiled me,

And he left me with a pair of twins to dangle on me knee.

Essex Music Ltd.

And it's home boys home,

Home I'd like to be,

Home for a while in the old country,

Where the Oak and the Ash, and the bonny Rowan tree,

Are agrowin’ green in the north country.

And it's home boys home,

Home I'd like to be,

Home for a while in the old country,

Where the Oak and the Ash, and the bonny Rowan tree,

Are a growin’ green in the north country.