Original subtitles

That you, Stan?

Aye, it's me, Peg.

Don't sound like you.

Why are you walking funny?

Got bunions?

HE LAUGHS

New boots.

Those are yours.

Check the mends, check they're strong.

Nah, no need to check 'em, Peg.

Here.

Thank you, as ever.

Mind how you go.

As late as I went walking

Walking by the sea

I thought I heard men talking

I heard them call to me

Oh, sorrow take the city streets

And the weary city stones

It's time for you to leave them

While the strength is in your bones...

BELL CLANGS

Oh...

Ah, shake and wake her, Johnny

There's the ship for you

Lying in the Royal Roads

Waiting for her crew

And every brace and backstay

Is singing soft and low

Mother Carey wants you

And we're all bound to go...

WIND WHISTLES

Muddy boots!

I's rich!

Worzel!

How do, children? Look what I found.

Is it what I think it is?

Wow! Where did you find it?

Came out the sky from the west. Is it money?

Oh, it's �20.

Ah-da-da-da-da! �20!

So am I rich now?

Well, not exactly rich.

Rich for a scarecrow?

Yes, rich for a scarecrow.

What are you going to spend it on? Oh, nothing, nothing.

There's nothing I needs, me, just a humble scarecrow...

Well, there is something!

What?

Oh, no, you'll think it silly. You'll laugh.

No, we won't. Go on, what is it?

A door.

A door?

See, I knew you'd laugh!

Sorry, but a door?

There you go again, laughing.

But what would you do with it?

Well, what else? Open it and close it and walk through it.

In that order? Not nessa-celery.

But it wouldn't lead anywhere.

Oh, forget I ever mentioned it.

It was obviously a daft idea that only a conker-brained ignoramus

could've come up with, mumble-grumble.

Don't be like that. It's a nice idea.

Unusual, that's all.

I've never thought of buying a door.

Do you think I could get one for �20?

Second-hand one, maybe.

Ooh, there's a junk yard in the village

and they sell all kinds of old stuff there.

I knows the place, Aladdin's cave, I calls it.

Do you want to go?

Does the hawthorn bloom in May?

I don't know. Does it?

Yes. Yes, it does. And yes, I want to go.

What are you going to do, Worzel?

You can't just walk in with us.

I'll nip round the back, see if I can find another way in.

Can I help you? What do you need? Do you need teapots?

I've got teapots!

All right for teapots. Globes?

Where do you get all this stuff from?

Why? What have you heard? I haven't got any lead.

We don't need any lead.

I could probably get some. I know a bloke, a bishop.

Don't need lead. Just a door.

I got doors.

What are you building?

A house.

Starting with the door?

Yes.

Well, have a look through. What else do you need?

Up-cycled, recycled, rescued or reclaimed - name it, I can get it.

Reclaim Reggie, they call me. Do they?

Not many people do, no,

but it'd work, wouldn't it?

They say I'd sell my own grandmother! Would you?

No.

Do you need one? Just a door.

Well, have a look through and let me know if you see one you fancy.

Thanks.

Worzel, are you here? I'm here.

What shall we do? Pull one out and let me have a look.

Turn it round, let me see the other side.

Nah, next.

HE SIGHS

I likes it, but...no.

Put it aside as a maybe.

Definitely not! Are you mad?

Gummidge, this is going to take for ever.

Can't you just get in here and look through them yourself?

The owner's inside. There's no-one around.

If I could cut a hole in the wire and get through...

What would you use?

My wire-cutters.

Oh. Oh, good.

Keep a look out.

REGGIE WHISTLES

WORZEL GRUNTS

FENCE CLATTERS

Worzel! I thought you were going to cut a tiny bit and squeeze through.

Oh, that would have been a good idea!

I could have just folded back a small section.

Too late now.

No.

No...

Possibly.

No.

Ohh!

This is the one! I'll have this one.

Now, where do I pick up the hole? What hole?

The hole that it goes in.

I honestly don't think you quite understand the concept of doors.

You don't buy the hole. The hole's already there.

Where?

In the wall.

I don't have a wall, I'm not interested in walls.

Horrible obstructions, stop you getting places.

I'm interested in doors what you can open and walk through.

What kind of operation are they running here?

This is turning into an absolute farce.

WHISTLING GETS CLOSER

Ah. Is that the one, is it?

Actually, I think we've decided against starting with the door.

Scarecrow? Do you need a scarecrow?

Oh, no, that's...

Ahem! How much?

�100.

What?!

50.

Nah, you've got to be... A tenner?

Fiver?

�2.50?

Nah, we're all right, thanks.

CHILDREN GIGGLE

�1.99?

WALTZ MUSIC PLAYS

It's got to be worth a quid in firewood.

Firewood? The cheek of it!

What a...

What a...

..sogging runt-pustule.

Nancy?

Green-trousered, sweaty-haired son of a clothes horse!

HE SHUDDERS

Spandy-legged tossle-head.

I've half a mind to shove his dung-sprouts up his num-num.

Sideways!

Nancy? Is that you?

What nodge-wipe said that?

Saucy Nancy!

I'd recognise that foul language anywhere.

Gummidge?

Well, boil my swingers!

Ha! It's been years,

but you can still swear like the sailor that you are!

Worzel Gummidge, you spongy carbuncle!

SHE GIGGLES

What the sausage meat are you doing here?

What are you doing here, more like?

I've never seen you so far from the ocean.

I have to get back there, Worzel.

I can hear my ship calling.

Am I miles from the sea?

How far?

You're a good three or four mile eastways, old girl.

How long have you been in this dark place?

Baa!

Must be years, Scarecrow.

Can't remember the last time I smelled the salty sea air,

or heard the old shanties or the screaming gulls.

Oh, this is no place for you, Nance.

You need a horizon to point towards.

Ah.

Still there, is she?

Still there, all right, horizontal as you like.

Aw...

Worzel? Are you here?

What the plink?

Don't worry, they're with me, honorar-ar-ary scarecrows.

Over here!

They're young 'uns - you may want to tone down the language.

Scabby duck flaps.

There you are, we thought you'd been sold.

Cheeky toerags.

Look who I found! It's me old pal Saucy Nancy. We go back years.

Oh, hello. Hi.

Humans? How come they're not screaming and fainting?

Oh, no, this is normal for us these days.

Yeah, we talk to effigies all the time. Baa!

Oh, that's so sweet!

What's its name?

Hasn't got a name.

I just call it Pig.

Pig?

But it's a lamb. Is it? They all look the same to me, land animals.

Four legs, one in each corner.

Nancy's a ship's figurehead.

Used to have a ship stuck to her back. And look where I found her.

She belongs by the ocean.

Yeah. Well...

How much are you?

How dare you, you young gobble-monger!

Language, Nance.

You should never ask a lady how much she is.

I mean, can you afford her with your �20?

Now you're not buying a door, maybe you can buy Nancy

and we could take her back to the seaside?

Well, that's a star-spangled idea, even if I do say so myself.

Oh, Neptune, would you?

Could you?

If we hurry, I might make my ship before she sets sail.

REGGIE WHISTLES

HE GASPS

There you are! I've just got off the phone with the bishop

and I think I CAN get you some lead.

Don't need lead.

How much is this ship's figurehead?

How much you got?

�20.

I can't do it, I'm afraid. It's an antique, that.

Oh. Really?

I'll tell you what.

Do some work for me this afternoon and you can have her as payment.

What sort of work?

Loading up my van.

OK, deal.

Will you throw in the scarecrow for free?

Yeah, go on, then. Smells like he's due for the compost heap.

SHE SNIGGERS

That's a healthy smell, that's the smell of the countryside!

It's good for you. Compost heap indeed!

Told you he was a fudge-handler. Baa!

So, when you say you can hear your ship...?

Clear as a bell, listen!

That's a nor'-easterly blowing across her bowsprit!

I'd recognise it anywhere!

If you say so, sailor.

Where do you think she'll be?

At Seashell, that's where she'll be waiting.

Ooh!

HOLLOW THUDS

You all right, girl? Shrapnel.

Battle of Trafalgar.

That's it, keep going! You're doing a sterling job!

Yeah, all right. Reggie's gone off somewhere,

so I don't know why you can't help a bit.

Scarecrow. Ship's figurehead.

SHE SPITS

We've finished.

That's all loaded up, is it? All done. Do you need any...?

We're all right for saucepan lids, thanks.

We're going to take the scarecrow now, but is it OK

if we come back tomorrow for the figurehead?

When we've got something to take it in? Fair enough, come early,

cos I have to make some deliveries in the afternoon.

OK, thanks, see you tomorrow.

See you!

Well, this is me.

Toodle-pip, children. See you later.

Ahh!

Delicious. Thank you, my dear.

Yes, thank you, Mrs B. Thank you.

You're very welcome.

Here, kids, start clearing some of this away, will you, please?

Thank you.

HE CLEARS HIS THROAT

Mrs B, if it's a nice day tomorrow, can we go to Seashell?

Tomorrow?

Oh, no, I can't tomorrow. Lots to do, I'll be busy all day.

Have to wait until the weekend.

Actually, we sort of meant can we go on our own?

Me and John. Oh, I see. What's that?

You can't go to the seaside on your own. I don't see why not.

Thank you.

Why not?

They're not old enough.

Yes, we are. It's dangerous.

What is? The... World?

Roads. We're used to the roads.

Yeah, used to see them all the time when we lived in the city.

They were everywhere. All over the floor...

All right, smart aleck, country roads is different.

Anyway, how are you going to get there?

There are some old bikes in the barn. Do any of them work?

No! Now, why would he hang onto them if they worked?

Those bikes are perfectly roadworthy, I'll have you know,

just need a squirt of oil. So we CAN go?

They'll be fine. It'll be good for them to have a bit of independence.

As long as you stay out of mischief.

Have you got sun cream on? Because it's going to be hot. Yes.

Right, I've packed you sandwiches and an apple,

and make sure you drink lots of water.

Yes. Did you hear me? Yes.

Right, I've pumped up the tyres and oiled the chain.

And make sure you're safe, and wear the helmet.

We will.

And phone when you want picking up, Henry will come and get you.

Oh, yeah, any time at all, muggins here,

Braithwaite's Taxis, I'll just drop everything

and come running, not like I've got anything better to do!

Ah, it's nice, though,

you two using TinkleBell again after all these years.

TinkleBell?

That's what we used to call her, didn't we, Henry?

It's what you used to call it.

Call what?

I can't. I'm sorry, I-I just can't.

I didn't know what a tandem was.

I didn't know what I was agreeing to.

Look at the helmets.

HORN HONKS

I can't. I just... I wouldn't be seen dead on it.

Well, we could balance Nancy on it and wheel her along?

Worzel would definitely want a go.

Good point, and that's never going to end well.

Hang on.

Would this work?

Perfect.

Worzel will still want a go.

We'll just have to be firm. Tell him he can't.

Let's go hide TinkleBell.

I've packed you an onion and some goose-gogs.

Make sure you drink lots of dandelion wine, do you hear me?

I hear you, Earthy.

And I've also popped a little surprise in there for you.

Ooh, exciting. No peeking before lunchtime. Scarecrow's word!

So, Nancy says she can hear her ship?

It's what she says.

Says it'll be waiting for her at Seashell.

But there's no port at Seashell.

There's no ships, neither. That's what I was worried about.

All those old wooden sailing ships was broken up decades ago.

It's why Nancy ended up in the yard.

I fear she's got a touch of the old woodworm.

No.

Be Mother Carey she can hear.

The voice of the sea and the tides.

Seafaring folk will always be drawn back to the ocean.

Strange, isn't it?

Far as I'm concerned, there's no better place in the world

to live than Scatterbrook, but it can't be the same for all folk,

or else everyone would live here.

Can you imagine?

Remember me to Saucy Nancy, won't you?

I do hope she's calmed down a bit.

Does she still have a... potty mouth?

God's breath, she could swear the legs off a trestle table.

Just seems to wash over the children, though,

don't seem to notice. Give them my love too.

Will do. Thanks, chum. Toodle-pip.

Have a lovely day.

Here they are.

What have you got? Where d'you find that? That's perfect.

I'm going to have to have a go in this.

HAPPY CHATTER

I likes it!

Oh! Here we go!

Well, it's a waste of time pushing an empty chair.

It might as well have a bum in it, and that bum might as well be mine.

Why not mine? Why can't you push me?

Because I's rich, I deserve to be pushed.

And it makes sense in case we see someone.

They'll just see two humans pushing a scarecrow in a bath chair.

Oh, yeah, yeah, like you see every day!

Ha! Sarcastic, I likes it.

Keep pushing.

HE CHUCKLES

How much is the cheese?

And the pineapples? How much are they?

Oh, no, no, thank you, I'm just browsing.

WHEELS RATTLE

Here she is!

Are you ready to go to the seaside, old girl?

Worzel! You oily-Nigel!

Are you ready to get absolutely spandexed, like back in the day?

I ain't got the stamina no more, Nance.

Plus, I gotta watch out for the children.

Come on, you pendulous daub, where are your muffins?

SHE CHUCKLES

But I'll never forget the day

Three-Nostrilled Jake told a joke so rude, half the crew fainted,

and all we had to eat were salt-cured salt cakes.

Salt cakes?

Hard baked slabs of salt, cured in barrels between layers of salt.

That way, they keep fresh for 1,000 years.

How do they taste? Bit salty.

Car!

All clear?

Yeah. Listen, we're never going to get to Seashell at this rate,

with you keep running off and hiding.

What do you suggest?

Do you have your �20? Affirmative.

How about we get the bus?

OK, go through it one more time.

I stays at the back with me hat pulled down and pushes the chair.

If anyone asks, I'm off to the dermatology clinic.

We'll do the talking.

VEHICLE APPROACHES

OK, give me your �20.

I'll hold on to it until the last minute.

Hey! Da-da-da-da! Hey!

Come on, Worzel, it's nearly here. Hold your horses.

Ohh!

Can I help?

Yes, erm, can we have a ride on your bus?

How many? Three.

Two. Four. Erm...

Three for Seashell, please.

You'll have to pay.

I know. We've got money. I can't change that.

Why not?

I haven't got any change.

You'll have to wait for the next bus that comes,

see if that's got change for a 20. When's the next bus?

Wednesday. Anyway, you can't bring that on here. Why not?

You can't bring a wheelchair on

unless it's being used for its correct purpose. It is.

No, it's not.

HOLLOW TAP

That's not a real woman.

What did you say, you fat-fingered pomf?

Oh! I'm sorry, madam.

Well, I... I thought you were... Not a real woman?

I didn't realise.

Why, you sweaty haired son of a...

TRACTOR ENGINE DROWNS OUT SPEECH

It's just, you seemed so still.

I have a condition. What condition?

I won't batter your plum cakes on condition you let us

ride on your bus for free.

No, just there. This one? Yeah.

You finished the baling? I thought there was loads to do.

Yeah. No, it can wait till tomorrow.

You all right? Hm. Yeah, yep.

I was just going to say I fancy some fish tonight. Do you fancy fish?

Nice bit of haddock? Fish man doesn't come till Thursday.

I could nip out and get some. Where from?

Well, let me see... Oh, there's the fishmonger in Seashell.

Oh, I get it! You just want to go and check on the children.

No.

Just want fish for tea.

We've been having children come to stay for years,

you've never been so protective before.

Yeah, well, these two are different.

What, so you didn't care so much if the others had got run over?

I never said that, but the others were... You know?

These two...

Well, they're keepers, aren't they?

Oh, let them have their adventure.

They said they'd phone when they wanted picking up.

Baa!

SHE GASPS

Dirty.

Mumble-grumble.

CRASH!

Nancy!

BELL RINGS

BELL RINGS

She's not here.

But...

Oh, no!

HE CLEARS HIS THROAT

Hello?

Miss?

Mrs?

Ms?

I don't think you should be so close to the...

HOLLOW THUDS

Still no signal. They're probably getting worried.

There'll be a signal at the next village, we can phone there.

Good guff, this is heavy.

What on earth's Earthy put in here?

She said she'd packed an extra surprise.

That's her idea of a joke.

Very funny, Earthy.

There she is! Where?

Down there, he must have dumped her off the bus.

Come on, let's get down there. Wait!

He's seen her!

Now what? We'll have to push on.

There's no telling where she might end up.

THEY CHATTER

Hurry up, you two!

Stop mucking around!

Ouch! All right, you're too jagged.

Jagged? And pointy.

Rude. And you have sharp nails.

I just cut my nails.

I don't mean fingernails, I mean...nails.

Look! A pay phone, we can phone the farm.

Have you got any money?

Didn't bring any. Wait, I got money! Loads of it.

Sorry, Worzel, that's too much. It only accepts coins.

This money stuff's not all it's cracked up to be.

Look!

I might have known she'd be in the boozer.

PHONE RINGS

Hello, my dear, is that you?

Yes, speaking.

My recent accident at work? Really?

Oh, I don't think so!

Well, erm, I got a splinter this morning cleaning out the chickens.

�20,000?!

Who from?

Oh, go away and stop wasting my time.

I'm waiting for an important call.

MUSIC: I Do Like To Be Beside The Seaside

So, what do we do?

Well, I think we should tell them she's ours,

demand they give her back.

Did you see 'em? They look like they eats children.

What can they do? They can only say no.

Seriously, I think they might eat children.

Come on, we've got to try.

Well, good luck.

I'm not sticking around to watch you getting eaten.

Hello.

That's ours.

We kind of lost it, and we left it on the...

CHAIR SCRAPES

..the bus.

How can you ever forgive me?

I thought somebody had just left it there.

Oh, it's OK. We weren't accusing you of...

What was I thinking? Of course it belongs to somebody!

It doesn't matter, we just really... I stole it!

No! You just... I'm a thief! Please! We'll just take her back.

Of course, of course. Here, let me.

How do, Scarecrow?

Worzel Gummidge.

How do, Worzel? It's me, Abraham Longshanks!

Muddy boots, so it is you!

I didn't recognise you!

You used to be 7ft tall.

Ho! You know how it is - new legs, new head.

Before you know it, you don't even look like yourself no more.

Recognise your voice, though. Still sound like a giant.

Nice to hear you. What can I do for you, mate?

I was wondering if I could borrow your barrow.

What, this old thing?

You can have it, chum. If you've got something to lug,

it's only right that it's being used.

But where will you go?

Well, I've been thinking of moving over to the wishing well.

Oh, nice! Here, can I offer you...?

ABRAHAM CHUCKLES

Ain't got no use for it, mate. Just look after my geraniums.

Oh, will do.

Much obliged, fella.

We don't have to involve the police, do we? Of course not.

How can I repay you for your inconvenience?

No need. Really.

Actually, how far is Seashell from here?

Erm, probably a mile along the coastal road.

I don't suppose any of you could give us a lift?

We've carried this all the way from Scatterbrook.

I've had a drink, I'm afraid.

Me too. I've had a couple.

I've only had a half, but I won't risk it, if you don't mind.

I can't drive.

I've been in here since Tuesday.

Fair enough.

Thank you, goodbye.

Bye now.

Cheesy crud squatters. Baa!

Gummidge!

Good job, kiddos.

Yeah, we might want to get going.

Nancy just dropped a couple of hefty swear-bombs in there.

Just said what we were all thinking.

Welcome back, Nance. Did you have a good time?

Wait!

I hear her!

Who?

My ship!

Listen!

We don't have long.

Well, I borrowed this barrow from my pal Abraham Longshanks.

Said the roads get all bendy and which-ways from here on

and we'd be better off going cross-country.

Get me on board, me hearties!

Wait. Wait.

I need a breather.

Can't we dump the flowers? It's ridiculous carrying all this earth.

I said I'd take care of 'em.

Put your backs into it, you scabious land-lubbers! Time's a-ticking!

If we could harness your huffing and hot-guffing,

we'd be there in a blink.

Wait a minute.

That's what we needs, a sail!

Here, Nance, how many petticoats you got under there?

Can we use one for a sail?

Not on your nelly, you filthy pipe-scrape!

But I've got something better, in 'ere.

SHE GRUNTS

Hoist the Blue Peter!

All aboard who's coming aboard!

Erm, here, Nancy, borrow these.

She's not here, Nance.

I's worried you might have been mistaken.

Hush! Listen.

SINGING IN THE DISTANCE

..As late I went strolling A-strolling by the shore...

Is that her, Nance?

Is that your ship?

SINGING CONTINUES

That song...

Can we get closer?

I know this one! What was it called?

Ah, shake and wake her, Johnny

Yonder where she rides

Lying in the Royal Roads

Swinging with the tides

Singing with the muttering tides

That past her cables flow

Mother Carey wants you

And you're all bound to go!

PEG: Who's there who knows my song?

Hello. Ah.

Hello, young one.

I'm Susan, this is my brother John.

Hello.

I'm pleased to know you.

I'm Peg.

Who are the others?

There are four of you.

My eyes aren't good but my ears are sharp as pins.

These are our friends. Worzel.

How do?

And Nancy.

Ahoy there.

A seafaring woman

and a voice from out the ploughlands out Scatterbrook way.

Well, don't hide behind the shingle, come and have some tea.

And this is for you, Worzel.

Thank you, old woman.

Was I right about what I said where you were from?

Are you a Scatterbrook man?

All my days, hardly never even left, except occasionally.

How did you know?

Oh, I know exactly what road a person was from most of times,

as long as it was hereabouts.

Except not with you, Worzel.

You were born between roads.

Are you a farmer?

Farm work, certainly.

Hmm.

And, Nancy, you're a sailor. You know the old songs?

I'm rusty, but it wouldn't take much to bring 'em back.

Here's a coincidence.

My hut here used to be the prow of a famous ship of the Royal Navy.

HMS St Agnes.

They say she fought in the Battle of Trafalgar.

Do you know what her nickname was?

Tell us.

The Saucy Nancy.

Well, pickle my wads.

Aren't you lonely here, Peg?

No.

There's always people passing.

And at the end of a day, I walks back past the Ship Inn and there

the musicians and the fishermen gather, singing the old songs.

A signal! At last.

Do you need to make a call?

Yeah. We need to call Mr Braithwaite to pick us up.

Where are we, exactly?

Tell him to meet you at the Ship Inn in Seashell.

You can walk me back over there.

Mother Carey!

That's the name of the song you were singing.

Yeah!

It's one of my favourite songs.

BOTH: As late as I went walking

A-walking by the tide

I thought my love was with me

And walking by my side

So kind she did reproach me

So sweet her eyes did shine

Yet could not hold beside her

This restless heart of mine...

Ah-ah

Shake and wake her, Johnny

Yonder where she rides

Lying in the Royal Roads

Swinging with the tides

Singing with the muttering tides

That past her cables flow

Mother Carey wants you

And you're all bound to go!

Ah...

Mr B? Hey, it's me.

It's them! They want picking up.

Where from? Whereabouts are you?

Right, I'll be there in half an hour. 20 minutes!

Are they all right? Have they had a nice time? I didn't ask!

I'm coming too.

SHE LAUGHS

Come on! I'm coming!

Whoo!

You set?

Wait!

HORN BEEPS

Did you enjoy yourself, old pal?

I've had a ripe honking bluster, shipmate.

But where will I go now?

I can't go back to the salvage yard.

Come back to Scatterbrook Farm.

We'll find you somewhere with a nice view.

But it won't be a sea view, will it, you yeasty fish-splat?

No offence. Oh, none taken.

Those who talk about rolling fields and hills

don't know what the bog-nuts they're sparking on about.

Hills and fields don't roll anywhere.

They're completely still.

Too still.

I couldn't do it, Scarecrow.

Can't you leave me here, where I can hear the singing every night?

And the gulls? The crashing of the waves?

Somebody'd take you.

I can't just leave you here.

Somewhere out of sight.

Somewhere hidden away.

How about somewhere...

..out of reach?

Nancy, where you bound to?

Oh, Nancy, where you bound to?

Where bound are we Across the sea

Across the western ocean

A land of promise there we'll see

Nancy, where you bound to?

Where bound are we Across the sea

Across the western ocean

Nancy, where you bound to?

Oh, Nancy, where you bound to?

Where bound are we Across the sea

Across the western ocean

Where bound are we from our friends back home?

Nancy, where you bound to?

We're bound away to seek for gold

Across the western ocean...

Hey-up!

Ohh!

Give it some beef-steak, you toilet brush!

All right, Nance, I'm trying.

What is wrong with you?

Have your nabs disappeared up your tootle?

Got it!

All right, now tie it round my waist,

in a half-shank-sheaf slip-reef-line bend knot.

Huh?

Aching Steven! Give it here!

Baa!

Hah!

Baa!

I know I give you a hard time, Gummidge,

but you're one of the good ones.

Thank you for your kindness.

Oh, Nance, I think that's the first sentence I've ever heard you utter

without a rude word in it.

Itchy bum spots.

God bless!

It's time to go now

Haul away your anchor

Haul away your anchor

It's our sailing time

Get some sail upon her

Haul away your halyards

Haul away your halyards

It's our sailing time

Get her on her course now

Haul away your foresheets

Haul away your foresheets

It's our sailing time

Waves are surging under

Haul away down Channel

Haul away down Channel

On the evening tide

It is time to go now Haul away the anchor...

Where's Nancy? Over there.

..Haul away your anchor

It's our sailing time

It's time to go now

Haul away your anchor

Haul away your anchor

It's our sailing time

It's time to go now...

Fantastic!

..Haul away your anchor

Haul away your anchor

It's our sailing time

It's time to go now

Haul away our anchor

Haul away our anchor

It's our sailing time...

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