we're sailing with the tide
The docks are filled with latties,
all forlorn and teary -eyed
as we pull away from shore
For devil a home we'll see again
for fourteen days or more
So sail away, you sailor boys,
So sail away, a sailor sail away
We're headed for the sunny shores of Portugal,
It's been a turn up from Tipperary
and from Admiral Flaxing Green.
The prize of all the cargo,
oh, this is little doubt,
There's crates of Irish whisky
and there's kegs of Guinness stout.
So sail away, you sailor boy,
So sail away, you sailor,
The captain comes from Belfast
You'd never find a better man
Through fair or stormy weather,
For the captain, just like us,
he likes his dilly -totter up
So sail away, you sailor boys,
So sail away, you sailor,
So sail away, you sailor boys,
The wind is blowing free,
So sail away, you sailor,
Sail away across the sea.
So here's to all you sailor boys,
And may you have a worthy ship
and plough it through the foam
And may the fates be gentle
And we'll drink to our good fortune
at the nearest port, I call
So sail away, you sailor boys,
So sail away, ya sailor, why?
sail away across the sea you
