He grasped his oar with one long sigh,
Nor spoke he any word to me;
And so together, he and I,
Put out upon the angry sea.
And side by side, with steady stroke;
We fought against the veering flaw;
In flakes of froth the billows broke—
The wildest wolves I ever saw!
Ah, how the cutting north wind blew,
And in our faces dashed the spray!