aloftin the snug tree-house, especially when old Bill is in good form andgives us the _Salt Junk Sarah_, with all hands joining in the chorus.
'Oh, rolling round the ocean, From a far and foreign land, May suit the common notion That a sailor's life is grand.
'But as for me, I'd sooner be A-roaring here at home About the rolling, roaring life Of them that sails the foam.
'For the homeward-bounder's chorus, Which he roars across the foam, Is all about chucking a sailor's life, And settling down at home.
'Home, home, home, That's the song of them that roam, The song of the roaring, rolling sea Is all about rolling home.'
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