A Sailor’s Life for Me.
A home on the rolling deep—
A life on the boundless sea!
Where the waters never sleep—
A sailor’s life for me!
Some dwell upon the land,
And say they love its hills,
Its grassy vales, its woods and dales,
And its gently murmuring rills.
But give me the ocean’s roar—
The restless, rolling sea;
I love not the listless shore—
A sailor’s life for me!
My foot on a firm-set plank;
Then let the wild wind shout—
I love to sweep o’er the foaming deep,
When the tempest-king is out.
Some love to list while ladies sing,
Amid the festive crowd—
I love the music of the wind,
As it whistles through the shroud.
Some love to urge the courser’s speed,
Swift as the wind to flee—
Hurrah! for a ride o’er the rushing tide!
A race with the angry sea!
Oh! this is the life for the brave;
And this the place for the free—
A life on the ocean wave—
A grave in the dark blue sea!