Hold fast, me merry lads
The night is nearin' the end
No matter the storm, we'll pull her to shore
We're ramblin' home again
[Verse 1]
She's a wretched pile of timbers
And she creaks from evenin' to morn
But she's home to a crew of the best wee few
To ever sail under the horn
Poor Reilly's up the mainmast
And wee Johnny's hanging the sails
And the lad with the oars is passed out in the stores
As we'rе rattlin' through the gales
[Chorus]
Hold fast, me mеrry lads
The night is nearin' the end
No matter the storm, we'll pull her to shore
We're ramblin' home again