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 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 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