Ship A-Hoy!Copied bypermission ofFirth, Pond & Co., 547 Broadway, publishers of the music.When o’er the silent seas alone,For days and nights we’ve cheerless gone,Oh! they who’ve felt it, know how sweet,Some sunny morn a sail to meet,Some sunny morn a sail to meet!Sparkling on deck is every eye;“Ship a-hoy! ship a-hoy!” our joyful cry.When answering back we faintly hear,“Ship a-hoy! what cheer! what cheer!’”Now sails aback we nearer come,Kind words are said of friends at home;But soon, too soon, we part in pain,To sail o’er silent seas again,To sail o’er silent seas again.When o’er the ocean’s dreary plain,With toil her destined port to gain,Our gallant ship has near’d the strand,We claim our own, our native land,We claim our own, our native land;Sweet is the seaman’s joyous shout,“Land ahead! land ahead! look out! look out!”Around on deck we gayly fly,“Land ahead! land ahead!” with joy we cry;Yon beacon light directs our way,While grateful vows to Heaven we pay,And soon our long-lost joys renew,And bid the boisterous main adieu,And bid the boisterous main adieu.
Copied bypermission ofFirth, Pond & Co., 547 Broadway, publishers of the music.
When o’er the silent seas alone,For days and nights we’ve cheerless gone,Oh! they who’ve felt it, know how sweet,Some sunny morn a sail to meet,Some sunny morn a sail to meet!Sparkling on deck is every eye;“Ship a-hoy! ship a-hoy!” our joyful cry.When answering back we faintly hear,“Ship a-hoy! what cheer! what cheer!’”Now sails aback we nearer come,Kind words are said of friends at home;But soon, too soon, we part in pain,To sail o’er silent seas again,To sail o’er silent seas again.When o’er the ocean’s dreary plain,With toil her destined port to gain,Our gallant ship has near’d the strand,We claim our own, our native land,We claim our own, our native land;Sweet is the seaman’s joyous shout,“Land ahead! land ahead! look out! look out!”Around on deck we gayly fly,“Land ahead! land ahead!” with joy we cry;Yon beacon light directs our way,While grateful vows to Heaven we pay,And soon our long-lost joys renew,And bid the boisterous main adieu,And bid the boisterous main adieu.
When o’er the silent seas alone,For days and nights we’ve cheerless gone,Oh! they who’ve felt it, know how sweet,Some sunny morn a sail to meet,Some sunny morn a sail to meet!Sparkling on deck is every eye;“Ship a-hoy! ship a-hoy!” our joyful cry.When answering back we faintly hear,“Ship a-hoy! what cheer! what cheer!’”Now sails aback we nearer come,Kind words are said of friends at home;But soon, too soon, we part in pain,To sail o’er silent seas again,To sail o’er silent seas again.When o’er the ocean’s dreary plain,With toil her destined port to gain,Our gallant ship has near’d the strand,We claim our own, our native land,We claim our own, our native land;Sweet is the seaman’s joyous shout,“Land ahead! land ahead! look out! look out!”Around on deck we gayly fly,“Land ahead! land ahead!” with joy we cry;Yon beacon light directs our way,While grateful vows to Heaven we pay,And soon our long-lost joys renew,And bid the boisterous main adieu,And bid the boisterous main adieu.
When o’er the silent seas alone,For days and nights we’ve cheerless gone,Oh! they who’ve felt it, know how sweet,Some sunny morn a sail to meet,Some sunny morn a sail to meet!Sparkling on deck is every eye;“Ship a-hoy! ship a-hoy!” our joyful cry.When answering back we faintly hear,“Ship a-hoy! what cheer! what cheer!’”Now sails aback we nearer come,Kind words are said of friends at home;But soon, too soon, we part in pain,To sail o’er silent seas again,To sail o’er silent seas again.
When o’er the silent seas alone,
For days and nights we’ve cheerless gone,
Oh! they who’ve felt it, know how sweet,
Some sunny morn a sail to meet,
Some sunny morn a sail to meet!
Sparkling on deck is every eye;
“Ship a-hoy! ship a-hoy!” our joyful cry.
When answering back we faintly hear,
“Ship a-hoy! what cheer! what cheer!’”
Now sails aback we nearer come,
Kind words are said of friends at home;
But soon, too soon, we part in pain,
To sail o’er silent seas again,
To sail o’er silent seas again.
When o’er the ocean’s dreary plain,With toil her destined port to gain,Our gallant ship has near’d the strand,We claim our own, our native land,We claim our own, our native land;Sweet is the seaman’s joyous shout,“Land ahead! land ahead! look out! look out!”Around on deck we gayly fly,“Land ahead! land ahead!” with joy we cry;Yon beacon light directs our way,While grateful vows to Heaven we pay,And soon our long-lost joys renew,And bid the boisterous main adieu,And bid the boisterous main adieu.
When o’er the ocean’s dreary plain,
With toil her destined port to gain,
Our gallant ship has near’d the strand,
We claim our own, our native land,
We claim our own, our native land;
Sweet is the seaman’s joyous shout,
“Land ahead! land ahead! look out! look out!”
Around on deck we gayly fly,
“Land ahead! land ahead!” with joy we cry;
Yon beacon light directs our way,
While grateful vows to Heaven we pay,
And soon our long-lost joys renew,
And bid the boisterous main adieu,
And bid the boisterous main adieu.