Sent by J. W. West of Bayonne, N.J., to Robert W. Gordon, ca1923:


                     "Homeward Bound"

We are homeward bound, oh that’s the sound!
Good-by, fare you well!
Good-by, fare you well!
We are homeward bound for Liverpool town,
Hurray, my boys, we’re homeward bound!

We are homeward bound for a roaring breeze,
We are homeward bound, so the “old man” says.

Our anchor’s aweigh and the sails they are set,
And the girls we are leaving we leave with regret.

She’s a flash clipper packet and bound for to go,
With the girls on her tow-rope she can not say no.

We are homeward bound once more again,
We are homeward bound, my cheery men.

We are homeward bound for the old back yard,
Then heave, my bullies, we are bound homeward.

And I wrote to Kitty and she is well,
She rooms at the “Astor” and dines at the “Bell.”

We are loaded down with sugar and rum,
Good-by, fare you well!
Good-by, fare you well!
The sails are set and the breeze has come,
Hurray, my boys, we're homeward bound!