A Wet Sheet and a Flowing Sea
Allan Cunningham
1784 to 1842
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The world of waters is our home,
But give to me the snoring breeze,
And bends the gallant mast;
Away the good ship flies, and leaves
There's tempest in yon horned moon,
A wet sheet and a flowing sea,
And white waves heaving high;
And white waves heaving high, my boys,
While the hollow oak our palace is,
The good ship tight and free—
The wind is piping loud, my boys,
O for a soft and gentle wind!
And merry men are we.
Old England on the lee.
And fills the white and rustling sail,
And bends the gallant mast, my boys,
And lightning in yon cloud;
Our heritage the sea.
The wind is piping loud;
A wind that follows fast,
And hark the music, mariners!
I heard a fair one cry;
The lightning flashing free—
While, like the eagle free,