She may pound on Quoddy Head—
A surf-tossed speck of melting wreck,
Deep-freighted with her dead.
And see that gaunt Norwegian,
Greasy, grimy and black—
She sails today for Yeddo Bay;
Who knows but she comes not back?
And there is a low decked Briton,
And yonder a white-winged Dane—
Oh, a song for the ships that put to sea