This is the version sung by the Ian Campbell Folk Group
To Liverpool docks we bid adieu,
To Suke, and Sal, and Kittie too.
The anchor's weighed. the sails unfurl.
We're bound to cross the watery world.
CHORUS: For you know we're homeward bound.
Hurrah, we're homeward bound.
The wind it blows from the east-nor'east.
Our ship will scud ten knots at least.
The purser will our wants supply,
So while with life we'll never say die. CHORUS
And should we touch at Malabar,
Or any other port as far,
Our purser he will tip the chink,
And just like fishes we will drink. CHORUS
And when we're hauled into Liverpool docks,
Them bloomers all come 'round in flocks.
Them pretty girls, we hear 'em say,
"Here comes Jack with his twelve-month pay." CHORUS
And when we get to the Dog and Bell,
Where there's good vittle for to sell,
In comes Archie with a smile.
"Drink up me lads, it's worth your while." CHORUS
And when Jack's money is gone and spent,
There's none to be borrowed, no more to be lent.
In comes Archie with a frown,
"Get up now, Jack. Let John sit down!"
CHORUS: For you know you're outward bound.
Hurrah, you're outward bound.
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