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A WET sheet and a flowing sea,
A wind that follows fast
And fills the white and rustling sail
And bends the gallant mast;
And bends the gallant mast, my boys,
While like the eagle free
Away the good ship flies, and leaves
Old England on the lee.
O for a soft and gentle wind! / I heard a fair one cry; / But give to me the snoring breeze / And white waves heaving high; / And white waves heaving high, my lads, / The good ship tight and free- / The world of waters is our home, / And merry men are we.
There's tempest in yon horned moon, / And lightning in yon cloud; / But hark the music, mariners! / The wind is piping loud; / The wind is piping loud, my boys, / The lightning flashes free- / While the hollow oak our palace is, / Our heritage the sea.