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Chorus:

Here we go, boys,

Let her go, boys;

Turn her head round to face the North Star;

Home is North, boys,

Let’s go forth, boys

Til we hear the welcome bells

 

I see the harbor, and the vessel,

That will take me gently homeward;

Tis a beauty, bright and eager

To show her worth on the open sea.

 

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As we pass out from the harbor

And the south wind fills our sails out

Our eyes drift northward, ever seeking

Signs and sightings of our home.

 

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Through the days and through the evenings

As the miles churn beneath ship’s keel;

Keep we our journey, ever northward

By the light of moon and sun.

 

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And now we anchor in a harbor,

Where the ocean greets the river -

And our brothers throng the quay now

To welcome with the song of bells.

 

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-Written by Lord Morgan O'Lathlann, fili of the Royal Eastern College of Bards and former Bard for the Barony of Carillion, Kingdom of the East, for Spanish Winter Games, Kingdom of the East.  The style is 'filk', to the tune of Mingulay Boat Song

 

 

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