Home, Boys, Home -

Man born of woman was a sailor for to be

Born to degradation in every degree

Of guard mount and gun drill he never has his ease

He has so many masters that he don’t know whom to please

Home, boys, home, that’s where I want to be

Home, boys, home, way back in God’s country

The ash and the oak and the weeping willow tree

We’re strong for the navy, but it’s home we ought to be

You go up to the Captain if you want to get away

You ask him for a leave for months, at a higher rate of pay

You write out your request for him, he’ll sign it if he can

You can stay away and never come back, he doesn’t give a damn

Home, boys, home, that’s where I want to be

Home, boys, home, way back in God’s country

The ash and the oak and the weeping willow tree

We’re strong for the navy, but it’s home we ought to be

You go and see the Paymaster if you want to draw some pay

He’ll work it out and he’ll figure it, it’s marked from day to day

He’ll pass you on the money with a careless sort of slam

Oh, the money don’t belong to him, so he doesn’t give a damn

Home, boys, home, that’s where I want to be

Home, boys, home, way back in God’s country

The ash and the oak and the weeping willow tree

We’re strong for the navy, but it’s home we ought to be

You go up to the doctor if you’re feeling kind of ill

The doctor looks you over, then you get the same old pill

If you die, the men salute, they even call the band

Well, the Navy’s done its duty, so they don’t give a damn

Home, boys, home, that’s where I want to be

Home, boys, home, way back in God’s country

The ash and the oak and the weeping willow tree

We’re strong for the navy, but it’s home we ought to be

You go up to the Chaplain when you know you’re gonna die

He’ll teach you how to beat the rap and live up in the sky

He’ll launderize your record so you’re clean as any lamb

The Navy goes to heaven, boys, so we don’t give a damn

Home, boys, home, that’s where I want to be

Home, boys, home, way back in God’s country

The ash and the oak and the weeping willow tree

We’re strong for the navy, but it’s home we ought to be