Beer,

Here's the chorus...

Then blow, ye winds high ho!
       A-rovin' I will go.
       I'll stay no more on Erin's shore
       To hear the fiddlers play
I'm off on the bounding main
I won't be back again
       For I'm on the move to me own true love
       Ten thousand miles away.

Sing it in good health.

All the best,
Dan