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William Ernest Henley - O, Falmouth Is a Fine Town
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O Falmouth is a fine town with ships in the bay,
And I wish from my heart it`s there I was to-day;
I wish from my heart I was far away from here,
Sitting in my parlor and talking to my dear.
   For it`s home, dearie home—it`s home I want to be.
   Our topsails are hoisted, and we`ll away to sea.
   O the oak and the ash and the bonnie birken tree,
   They`re all growing green in the old countrie.

In Baltimore a-walking a lady I did meet
With her babe on her arm as she came down the street;
And I thought how I sailed, and the cradle standing ready
For the pretty little babe that has never seen its daddie.
   And it`s home, dearie, home,—

O, if it be a lass, she shall wear a golden ring;
And if it be a lad, he shall fight for his king;
With his dirk and his hat and his little jacket blue
He shall walk the quarter-deck as his daddie used to do.
   And it`s home, dearie, home—

O, there`s a wind a-blowing, a-blowing from the west,
And that of all the winds is the one I like the best,
For it blows at our backs, and it shakes our pennon free,
And it soon will blow us home to the old countrie.
   For it`s home, dearie, home—it`s home I want to be.
   Our topsails are hoisted, and we`ll away to sea.
   O, the oak and the ash and the bonnie birken tree,
   They`re all growing green in the old countrie.
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