Let us away into the day of swift breezes blowing. Heave away, me lads, heave away! The wind it blows, we’ll see the day, Heave away, me lads, heave away! On the open sea we’ll make our way. The canvas flies, the rigging sings, Salt spray bites as the bell it rings, The compass points where the stars collide, We sail forever on the tide. Heave away, me lads, heave away! The wind it blows, we’ll see the day, Heave away, me lads, heave away! On the open sea we’ll make our way. The waves they roar, the gulls they cry, Storm clouds gather ‘cross the sky, But stout our hearts and firm our stride, We’ll weather all on the ocean wide. Heave away, me lads, heave away! The wind it blows, we’ll see the day, Heave away, me lads, heave away! On the open sea we’ll make our way. With rum in hand and tales to spin, We’ll sing our song through thick and thin, For every port and every tide, The sea’s our home, our faithful bride. Heave away, me lads, heave away! The wind it blows, we’ll see the day, Heave away, me lads, heave away! On the open sea we’ll make our way. On the open sea we’ll make our way... until we make port again at the end of day. To see friends where we stay.
