Ho for the billows where the storm-king dwells!
Ho for the winding of the merry-maids’ shells!
Ho for the storm where the lightning’s flash!
Ho for the fury of the merry waves’ dash!
The spray and the roar and the thunder’s crash!
Ho for the breeze that shall cling to the mast!
Ho for the day when the storms shall be past!
Then hail to the home that the outcast sighs for!
Hail to the liberty the patriot dies for!
Hail to the great who will ne’er cast scorn to us!