Of salt wave washed his swarthy cheek.
“What shall I say, brave Adm’r’l, say,
If we sight naught but seas at dawn?”
“Why you shall say at break of day:
‘Sail on! sail on! sail on! sail on!’”
They sailed and sailed, as the winds might blow,
Until at last the blanched mate said:
“Why, not even God would know
Should I and all my men fall dead.