Rolling Down to Port Royal

We brave the squalls and northern gales
We tattered maps and ragged sails
But now the winds, they smell like rum
And portrol calls were nearly home!

Rolling down to Port Royal
Boy's gold is bright and the girls bring joy!
Let the tide pull strong and the anchor fall
We'll drink and dance at the captain's call!

The sea was cruel, the nights were black
We lost good men and never looked back
But coconut palms are in our sight
And fire light waits to warm the night!

Rolling down to Port Royal
Boy's gold is bright and the girls bring joy!
Let the tide pull strong and the anchor fall
We'll drink and dance at the captain's call!

We dreamt of her through every storm
The Sun, the drums, the waters warm
Now one more day, one final wave
Then rest at last from what we brave

Rolling down to Port Royal
Boy's gold is bright and the girls bring joy!
Let the tide pull strong and the anchor fall
We're home at last, here the harbour's call!

Rolling down to Port Royal
Boy's gold is bright and girls bring joy!
Let the tide pull strong and the anchor fall
We'll drink and dance at the captain's call!