Up Anchor (1872)
Up anchor, men ; come heave away,Cast loose the long furled sail,
While breaks the light of coming day,
And favoring blows the gale ;
Farewell to home, and friends adieu--
Old England, too, farewell--
My home will be the waters blue.
My friends, ah ! who can tell ? List, now I hear the pilot call,
Heave, ho ! my hearties, heave away,
Up anchor, men ; there, heave and pull.
Nor time or tide for us will stay.
Up Anchor men, ho ! heave away,
Cast loose the long furled sail,
While breaks the light of coming day,
And favoring blows the gale. Land of my fathers, fare, thee well,
And all that I hold dear,
Who can the rising tear repel,
They feel who know not fear ;
Up with the anchor, heave away,
Cast loose the long furled sail,
While breaks the light of coming day,
And favoring blows the gale. Think not the tar no feeling knows
Beneath his weather beaten skin,
The rougher casket seldom shows
The jewel it contains within ;
Heave, ho ! the the anchor, heave away,
Cast loose the long furled sail,
While breaks the light of coming day,
And favoring blows the gale. There are hearts as good and kind,
As noble, honest, brave, and true,
As you can find among mankind,
Beat beneath those jackets blue ;
Up anchor, men ; ho ! heave away,
Cast loose the long furled sail,
While breaks the light of coming day,
And favoring blows the gale. Our gallant ship swings to the tide,
That parting cheer is by her crew,
Though longer here I must not bide,
You'll find me as the compass true ;
Up anchor, hen, ho ! heave away,
Cast loose the long furled sail,
While breaks the light of coming day,
And favoring blows the gale. We must obey stern duty's call,
It should be life's essential plan,
While Providence that's over all,
Decrees the destiny of man,
Up anchor, men ; ho ! heave away,
Cast loose the long furled sail,
While breaks the light of coming day,
And favoring blows the gale. J. S. W.
The Grange, Para Meadow, June. 1872. Notes
From the Melbourne Newspaper the Illawarra Mercury 14 Jun 1872 p. 4.
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