{"id":542,"date":"2010-11-02T19:46:22","date_gmt":"2010-11-03T00:46:22","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/bobwalser.com\/?p=542"},"modified":"2018-11-30T13:52:32","modified_gmt":"2018-11-30T19:52:32","slug":"when-our-ship-comes-home-lyrics","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bobwalser.com\/when-our-ship-comes-home-lyrics\/","title":{"rendered":"When Our Ship Comes Home Lyrics"},"content":{"rendered":"<h5>From the Joseph McGinnis Manuscript<\/h5>\n<ol>\n<li>Come all you jovial shipmates<br \/>\nThat reef and furl the sails<br \/>\nAs we batter round Cape Horn<br \/>\nIn the cold and bitter gales<br \/>\nThere is a thought to cheer us<br \/>\nAs round the world we roam:<br \/>\nIt&#8217;s to kiss a pretty fair maid<br \/>\nWhen our ship comes home.<em>Chorus<br \/>\n<\/em>When our ship comes home<br \/>\nWhen our ship comes home<br \/>\nWe&#8217;ll kiss a pretty fair maid<br \/>\nWhen our ship comes home.<\/li>\n<li>It&#8217;s not out on the main yard<br \/>\nOr on the flying boom<br \/>\nOr scraping bright a lower mast<br \/>\nNeath a brilliant trade wind moon<br \/>\nBut to drink a pot of brown ale<br \/>\nAnd blow away the foam<br \/>\nAnd kiss a pretty fair maid<br \/>\nWhen our ship comes home.<\/li>\n<li>Each landsman has his wifeie<br \/>\nAnd never goes to sea<br \/>\nWhile we out on the topsail yard<br \/>\nAre cursing bitterly<br \/>\nBut we know the day is coming<br \/>\nAs we batter through the foam<br \/>\nWhen we&#8217;ll kiss a pretty fair maid<br \/>\nWhen our ship comes home.<\/li>\n<li>So now haul out to windward<br \/>\nAnd out to leeward haul<br \/>\nMake fast your straining reefpoints<br \/>\nAnd man your halyards all<br \/>\nStrike up a roaring shanty<br \/>\nTo speed us o&#8217;er the foam<br \/>\nAnd we&#8217;ll kiss a pretty fair maid<br \/>\nWhen our ship comes home.<\/li>\n<\/ol>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>From the Joseph McGinnis Manuscript Come all you jovial shipmates That reef and furl the sails As we batter round Cape Horn In the cold and bitter gales There is a thought to cheer us As round the world we roam: It&#8217;s to kiss a pretty fair maid When our ship comes home.Chorus When our&hellip;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[10,13],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/bobwalser.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/542"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/bobwalser.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/bobwalser.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bobwalser.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bobwalser.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=542"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/bobwalser.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/542\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bobwalser.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=542"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bobwalser.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=542"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bobwalser.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=542"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}