And I am alive! though the dead be dead,
And huddled in crowds below,
With their faces paled in a murky sleep;
Make way! Make way! Yo ho!
For I am in search of the glut and sack,
The plunder of ship and crew,
And I am the skipper of wrack and raid,
And my hundred souls are true!
And I am the stumbling-block of life,
The lord of the whelming brine,