Roll and Go

The shadows play upon us, the candle flickers free

Oh, brothers, hear me now

And when you're drawn and wasted upon the wretched sea

Will you wish that you were back behind the plough?

We are the 47 who sail in the morn'

Oh, brothers, hear me now

So gather round beside me and face towards the horn

And listen for that far off distant sound

And through the night, the thunder rolls

The dimmest light down in our souls

The final draw, from the flowing bowl

Comes the dawn, we roll and go

Now this 'ain't the finest brandy, this ain't Lord Burton's Gin

Oh, brothers, hear me now

But it soothes the restless spirit who never may again

Feel himself upon the solid ground

And there is a desperate fire that keeps us all awake

Oh, brothers, hear me now

But we all know there's only so much more of this to take

Before the sun arises off the bow

Hear me now

And through the night, the thunder rolls

The dimmest light down in our souls

The final draw, from the flowing bowl

Comes the dawn, we roll and go

So to the 47, and to the rolling blue

Oh, brothers, heave away

I've never known a better bunch of bully lads than you

And we'll be back some fine and lucky day