I'll try the first verse and refrain from memory:

Y'heave ho, my lads, the wind blows free,
A pleasant gale is on our lee,
And now across the ocean clear
Our gallant bark we'll bravely steer.

But ere we part from England's shore tonight,
A song we'll sing for home and beauty bright:
Then here's to the sailor, and here's to the one so true
Who will think of him upon the waters blue.

Chorus
Sailing, sailing, over the bounding main,
And many a stormy wind shall blow ere Jack comes home again.
Sailing, sailing, over the bounding main,
And many a stormy wind shall blow ere Jack comes home again.