Sailor's Song (1908)
When the good ship plows through the crested wave,And the salt breeze follows fast,
When the straining cordage creaks and groans
In the van of the bellowing blast.
Then up ! my boys, and all on deck !
No land upon our lee !
While beneath we feel our quivering keel.
We'll hurrah for the life at sea, Yo Ho !
For the sailor's life at sea. Oh, what can the landsman know
Of the life of the roaring main,
When the stiff nor-easters blow
O'er the miles of our watery plain ?
For him is the blazing hearth,
And his child upon his knee ;
But the sailor's home
Is the ocean foam.
And the salt and the swell of the sea, Yo Ho !
For the salt and the swell of the sea. Oh, the sea is the sailor's love.
For her the storms we brave ;
And who would a coward prove
When the winds and the waters rave ?
Then up ! my lads, and all on deck !
No land upon our lee !
While beneath we feel our quivering keel,
We'll hurrah for the life at sea, Yo Ho !
For the sailor's life at sea. --"The Tuftonian." Notes
From the Queensland Newspaper the Maryborough Chronicle October 1908 p. 2.