| I’ve been a wild, wild rover |
| Sailed all over the sea |
| But this thing that makes me wonder |
| Has made a fool of me |
| For it took me from my childhood |
| Underneath the stars and skies |
| And I hear the wind whistling through the wild wood |
| Whispering goodbye |
| And it’s home, boys, home |
| It’s home, boys, home |
| It’s home, boys, home |
| When you’re far across the foam |
| And if you see my mother |
| Tell her I’m keeping fine |
| Will you tell her that I love her |
| And I’ll try and write sometime |
| If you see my mother |
| Give her all of my love |
| For she has a heart of gold there |
| As good as God above |
| And it’s home, boys, home |
| She’s home, boys, home |
| It’s home, boys, home |
| When you’re far across the foam |
| Oh there’s no place like home |
| And if you see my old one |
| Will you tell her I’m keeping fine |
| Will you tell her that I love her |
| And I’ll try and write sometime |
| And it’s home, boys, home |
| It’s home, boys, home |
| It’s home, boys, home |
| When you’re far across the foam |