Home Boys Home

Home Boys Home - The Dubliners

Written by：Luke Kelly/Ronald Joseph Drew/Ciaran Padraig Maire Bourke/Barney Mckenna

Well who wouldn't be a sailor lad sailing on the main

To gain the good will of his captain's good name

He came ashore one evening for to see

And that was the beginning of my old true love and me

And it's home boys home home I'd like to be

Home for a while in me own country

Where the Oak and the Ash and the bonny Rowan tree

Are all growing greener in the old country

Well I asked her for a candle for to light me way to bed

And like wise for a handkerchief to tie around me head

She tended to me needs like a young maid ought to do

And then I said to her now would you lip in with me too

And it's home boys home home I'd like to be

Home for a while in me own country

Where the Oak and the Ash and the bonny Rowan tree

Are all growing greener in the old country

Well she jumped into bed making no alarm

Thinking a young sailor lad could do to her no harm

Well I hugged her and I kissed her the whole night long

Till she wished the short night had been seven years long

And it's home boys home home I'd like to be

Home for a while in me own country

Where the Oak and the Ash and the bonny Rowan tree

Are all growing greener in the old country

Well early next morning the sailor lad arose

And into Mary's apron threw a handful of gold

Saying take this me dear for the demage that I've done

For tonight I fear I've left you with a daughter or a son

And it's home boys home home I'd like to be

Home for a while in me own country

Where the Oak and the Ash and the bonny Rowan tree

Are all growing greener in the old country

And if it be a girl child send her out to nurse

With gold in her pocket and silver in her purse

And if it be a boy child he'll ware the jacket blue

And go climbing up the rigging like his daddy used to do

And it's home boys home home I'd like to be

Home for a while in me own country

Where the Oak and the Ash and the bonny Rowan tree

Are all growing greener in the old country

Oh come all of you fair maidens a warning take by me

Never let a sailor lad an inch above your knee

For I trusted one and he beguiled me

He left me with a pair of twins to dangle on me knee

And it's home boys home home I'd like to be

Home for a while in me own country

Where the Oak and the Ash and the bonny Rowan tree

Are all growing greener in the old country