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
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 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
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 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