Ten Thousand Miles Away

Sing I for a brave and a gallant barque, for a stiff and a rattling breeze,
A bully crew and a captain true, to carry me o’er the seas.
To carry me o’er the seas, my boys, to my true love so gay,
Who went on a trip on a government ship, ten thousand miles away.

Oh, blow ye winds, hi oh! A roaming I will go.
I’ll stay no more on England’s shore, so let the music play.
I’ll start by the morning train, to cross the raging main!
For I’m on the road to my own true love, ten thousand miles away.

My true love she was handsome. My true love she was young.
Her eyes were blue as the violet’s hue, and silvery was the sound of her tongue.
And silvery was the sound of her tongue, my boys, and while I sing this lay,
She’s a doing of the grand in a far off land, ten thousand miles away.

Oh, blow ye winds, hi oh! A roaming I will go.
I’ll stay no more on England’s shore, so let the music play.
I’ll start by the morning train, to cross the raging main!
For I’m on the road to my own true love, ten thousand miles away.