Man the bars then with a will, boys, clap all hands that can clap on; As we heave around the capstan, we will sing this well-known song; It will bring back scenes and changes of this parting gift so rare; We shall hear sweet songs of music softly whispering through the air. Rolling home, rolling home! Rolling home across the sea! Rolling home to Merrie England! Rolling home, true love, to thee! Up aloft amid the rigging, as we sail the waters blue, Whilst we cross the briny ocean, we will always think of you; We will leave you our best wishes as we leave this rocky shore; We are bound for Merrie England, to return to you no more! Rolling home, rolling home! Rolling home, across the sea! Rolling home to Merrie England! Rolling home, my love to thee! To Mrs Widger's great disgust, Tony has been learning _in bed_ the correct words (he knew the tune) of "Gay Spanish Ladies." That he gave us as a finale. Farewell and adieu to you, gay Spanish Ladies. Farewell and adieu to you, Ladies of Spain! For we've received orders for to sail for old England. But we hope in a short time to see you again. We'll rant and we'll roar like true British heroes, We'll rant and we'll roar across the salt seas, Until we strike soundings in the Channel of old England. From Ushant to Scilly is thirty-five leagues.... How we did rant and roar the wonderful up-Channel verse, with its clever use of the high-sounding promontories of the south! The first land we made, it was called the Deadman, Next Ram Head off Plymouth, Start, Portland and Wight, We passed up by Beachy, by Parley and Dungeness, And hove our ship to off the South Foreland light.... Our glasses were empty. We drove out the cat, gutted some fish, extinguished the lamp, and came upstairs to the tune, repeated, of "Rolling Home." All the tunes are ringing in my head. [Sidenote: _ART THAT IS LIVED_]