I flank the gates of the curving world,
And its great sea-paths are mine.
SALT O’ THE SEA.
I love the sea, as I’ve often said,
An’ I mean it, too, from my boots to my head;
I love the joggle, the lurch an’ swell,
I love the taste o’ the salt, an’ the smell;
I love the cap’n what’s brown an’ tanned,
An’ I love to roll in the yaller sand,
An’ soak my soul in the heavin’ blue,