1.Far，far upon the sea，The good ship speeding free，Upon the deck we gather young and old，And view the flapping sail，Spreading out before the gale，Full and round without a wrinkle or a fold；Or watch the waves that glideBy the stately vessel‘s side，And the wild sea-birds that follow through the air；Or we gather in a ring，And with cheerful voices sing，Oh，gaily goes the ship when the wind blows fair！
2.Far，far upon the sea，With the sunshine on our lee ，We talk of pleasant days when we were young，And remember，though we roam，The sweet melodiesof home-The songs of happy childhood which we sung；And though we quither shore，To return to it no more，Sound the glories that Britannia yet shall bear-That “Britons rule the waves，”
And “never shall be slaves.”
Oh，gaily goes the ship when the wind blows fair！
3.Far，far upon the sea，Whate’er our country be，The thought of it shall cheer us as we go；And Scotland‘s sons shall join，In the song of “Auld Lang Syne，”
With voice by memory softened，clear and low；And the men of Erin’s Isle ，Battling sorrow with a smile.