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!