And here's a homeward bound sea song by Brady:

Homing Chantey

OH, swinging down the Western Main,
And roaring round the Horn,
We'll bring her to the docks again
With California's corn;
Home in the summer-time,
Home in the summer-time,
Our good ship has to be;
Old 'Stormy's' dead and in his bed,
And all the winds are free.

Her bowsprit, like an albatross,
Goes wheeling to the sky:
We'll raise the Bear and sink the Cross
Before the Doldrums die
Home in the summer-time,
Home in the summer-time,
Back from the Golden Gate,
With cash to ' blue' on Sis and Sue,
A wedding ring for Kate.

You'll get your pay, and I'll get mine
The tree must bear its fruits,
And four lean months upon the brine,
"Pay Paddy Doyle for his boots;"
Home in the summer-time,
Home in the summer-time,
From San Francisco quays;
Fo'castle Jack has laboured back
Over the hung'ring seas.

Oh, sing my lads! The tall Azores
Sink in the sunset down
Oh, sing my lads, the white chalk shores
That lead to London town!
Home in the summer-time,
Home in the summer-time,
Our good ship has to be;
For Sis and Sue they wait for you,
And my Kate waits for me!

Notes:

From THE HOUSE OF THE WINDS, edited by Edwin J. Brady, published by George G. Haarrap & Co., London, UK, © 1919, © p. 48.

"With cash to 'blue'" means with cash to spend freely.

Charley Noble