Songs of the Sea and Lays of the Land

by Charles Godfrey Leland

When the mack’rel are in the sky,

A-sailing, a-trailing;

Soon the wind will be blowing high:

A-sailing and trailing away.

When the mack’rel shine in the moon,

A-sailing, a-trailing;

Then the wind will begin to tune:

A-sailing, a-trailing away.

Of all the wind upon the seas,

A-sailing, a-trailing;