Homeward Bound

Come loose ev'ry sail to the breeze, The course of my vessel improve, I've done with the toils of the seas, Ye sailors! I'm bound to my love, Ye sailors! I'm bound to my love, Ye sailors! I'm bound to my love. I've done with the toils of the seas, Ye sailors! I'm bound to my love.

Since Emma is true as she's fair, My griefs I fling all to the wind, 'Tis a pleasing return for my cares; My mistress is constant and kind.

My sails are all fill'd to my dear: What tropick-bird swifter can move, Who cruel shall hold his career, That returns to the nest of his love.

Hoist ev'ry sail to the breeze, Come, ship-mates, and join in the song; Let's drink while the ship cuts the seas, To the gale that may drive her along.