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A Wet Sheet and Flowing Sea

From the New York Tribune, February 2, 1913.
 By A. Cunningham.

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

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