Foggy Shores of Home

I've sailed upon the ocean wide,

I've sailed the world around;

I've sailed on barques and brigantines,

From Lisbon to St John's.

I've sailed where the ocean tossed and rolled,

I've sailed where the ocean foams;

I've sailed where the ice floes thunder and roll,

To bring the white coats home.

Wherever you may ramble,

Wherever you may roam,

Wherever you may be,

You'll be happy to see,

The foggy shores of home.

I've sailed down to the South Sea Isles,

I've sailed where the trade winds come;

I've sailed on schooners listing low,

To bring home 'backey and rum.

I've sailed to the city of New York,

To labour in the sky;

High above the streets below,

To home my heart would fly.

Wherever you may ramble,

Wherever you may roam,

Wherever you may be,

You'll be happy to see,

The foggy shores of home.

One day I will sail back home,

To my dear foggy shore;

I'll plough the ground of my hometown,

And go to sea no more.

Wherever you may ramble,

Wherever you may roam,

Wherever you may be,

You'll be happy to see,

The foggy shores of home.

Wherever you may ramble,

Wherever you may roam,

Wherever you may be,

You'll be happy to see,

The foggy shores of home.