[Intro: gravelly lead; soft guitar and concertina] Easy, you rogues; let the last wheel turn. There's a lamp at the berth; let the old wick burn. [Verse 1: lead; soft hand drum, low fiddle] The Porchlight Pirates swing round the bend; Our tide of leaves brings the voyage's end. The Cardboard Kraken lies folded and still; Net Weight: the sweets. Tare: the bucket they fill. Bridget takes the line; I loosen the sail; Our four-wheel frigate has weathered the gale. [Chorus: adult crew; warm, broad sway] Home Port, Home Port, let the anchor lie! Leave some room for a change of mind. Come empty-handed, shake the salt from your coat; There's enough for two, and a berth on this boat. Home Port, Home Port, let the night swing slow; Trip Line! Trip Line! Steady as we go! [Verse 2: lead; concertina answers, fiddle held low] Down below, rest your bones; hang your hat by the door; Your usual? asks the cook. Maybe less, maybe more. A Benign Taste of ginger still carries a bite; I can put down the spoon and call it a night. Sweet Aftertaste lingers; we loosen a lace. Somebody has to move; we'll make you a place. [Bridge: lead and quiet crew; drum falls away] I fixed your door; it closes now. Leave it open? Aye, we'll show you how: Wedge a sea-boot under; let the stragglers through. [Final Chorus: full adult crew; fiddle harmony, soft drum returns] Home Port, Home Port, let the anchor lie! Leave some room for a change of mind. Come empty-handed, shake the salt from your coat; There's enough for two, and a berth on this boat. Home Port, Home Port, let the night swing slow; Trip Line! Trip Line! Steady as we go! [Outro: unaccompanied crew; last line held, one soft bell] Trip Line! Trip Line! Steady as we go! Home Port.
