Rolling Home To Ireland

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[Verse 1]
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I come from Paddy’s land; I’m a rake and ramblin’ man
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Since I was young, I’ve had the urge to roam
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So don’t you weep for me. When I’m sailing on the sea
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For you won’t see me till I come rolling home


[Chorus]
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Rolling home to Ireland, rolling home across the sea
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Back to me own con-ter-ree (country)
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Two thousand miles behind us and a thousand more to go
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So fill the sails and blow winds blow!


[Verse 2]
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We sailed away from Cork; We were headed for New York
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I’d always dreamed the sailor’s life for me
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But the days were hard and long; With no women, wine, or song
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And it wasn’t quite the fun I’d thought ‘twould be


[Chorus]
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Rolling home to Ireland, rolling home across the sea
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Back to me own con-ter-ree (country)
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Two thousand miles behind us and a thousand more to go
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So fill the sails and blow winds blow!


[Verse 3]
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We weren’t too long a-sail; When the wind became a gale
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Our boat was tossed and turned upon the foam
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With waves like moutains high; Well I thought that I would die
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I wished to God that I was rolling home


[Chorus]
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Rolling home to Ireland, rolling home across the sea
Em         A           D
Back to me own con-ter-ree (country)
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Two thousand miles behind us and a thousand more to go
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So fill the sails and blow winds blow!


[Verse 4]
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And when I reach the shore; I will go to sea no more
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There’s more to life than sailing ‘round the Horn
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Good luck to sailor men; When they’re headed out again
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I wish them all safe harbor from the storm


[Chorus]
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Rolling home to Ireland, rolling home across the sea
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Back to me own con-ter-ree (country)
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Two thousand miles behind us and a thousand more to go
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So fill the sails and blow winds blow!