The additional verses I sing -

A platter of oatcakes and a fine heather ale
A fire on the hearth, and the pipes that do wail
Are waiting for me as homeward I sail
No matter how far I may roam

A little stone cot, just a roof and four walls
to shelter from rain and the cold northern squalls
I'll wear me best plaid, and sing of tales tall
when neighbors come visit my home

I can see it all now, as if in a dream
the trout and the salmon, acrowding the streams
the lassies a flirting, in their kirtles o' green
as the laddies escort them all home

Soon I'll return to the place of my birth
And there I'll find welcome, the warmest on earth
So loving and kind, full of music and mirth
and the sweet sounding language of home

final chorus done in gaelic - or as close to it as I can come...

the gaelic chorus and last verse I got from the Pyrates Royale - and the traditional first verse as well.