Holy Ground - The Wolfe Tones

As I rolled into Frisco, boys, I went upon the street

I drank and gambled all night long, as drunk as I could be

I drank and gambled all night long, till I could drink no more

'Twas then that I thought that I’d like to be back in the Holy Ground once more

Once more, boys, once more, the Holy Ground once more

'Twas then I that thought that I’d like to be back in the Holy Ground once more

I shipped on the Angeline, me boys, down for the Arctic Sea

Where cold winds blow amid frost and snow, was as cold as it could be

Where cold winds blow amid frost and snow, but the good old ship she did roll

'Twas then that I thought that I’d like to be back in the Holy Ground once more

Once more, boys, once more, the Holy Ground once more

'Twas then that I thought that I’d like to be back in the Holy Ground once more

We weren’t long in the Arctic Sea when we had spied a whale

With harpoon in my icy hands, to hit I dare not fail

With harpoon in my icy hand, I shot but I struck before

'Twas then that I thought that I’d like to be back in the Holy Ground once more

Once more, boys, once more, the Holy Ground once more

'Twas then that I thought that I’d like to be back in the Holy Ground once more

When you’re aboard a whaling ship with storms and gales afore

Your mind is in some public house that lies upon the shore

Your mind is in some public house that lies upon the shore

'Twas then that I thought that I’d like to be back in the Holy Ground once more

Once more, boys, once more, the Holy Ground once more

'Twas then that I thought that I’d like to be back in the Holy Ground once more