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