Next it spoke of seamen gay;
Of sailors that were brave and true,
Whose boasts would be, “We sail the sea;
We sail the mighty ocean blue.”
They sailed away in their gallant bark, these heroes who were staunch and brave.
Those at home they weep and yearn
For these gallant tars who’ll not return,
But sleep in a watery grave,
It was echoes from the sea, whispering to me,
Echoes floating out into the air.