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GIVE ME A FRESHENING BREEZE.
Give me a fresh'ning breeze ahead,
While swift the broad prow dips;
While far and wide the foam is spread,
And salt is on our lips:
Like wingéd steeds the billows leap,
Their white manes dashed with brine;
Hurrah! there 's nothing like the deep,
Where'er the sun may shine.
While swift the broad prow dips;
While far and wide the foam is spread,
And salt is on our lips:
Like wingéd steeds the billows leap,
Their white manes dashed with brine;
Hurrah! there 's nothing like the deep,
Where'er the sun may shine.
Where'er the sun may shine, my boys,
There 's nothing like the sea;
The spirit never soars so high,
The heart ne'er bounds so free,
As when the briny billows bear
With giant arms the ship:
I seem e'en now to taste the air
Of freedom on my lip!
There 's nothing like the sea;
The spirit never soars so high,
The heart ne'er bounds so free,
As when the briny billows bear
With giant arms the ship:
I seem e'en now to taste the air
Of freedom on my lip!
Of freedom on my lip, my boys,
The dash, the foam, the spray;
The chorus of the elements,
Rough sounding on their way:
The laughing surges on our lee,
Careering in their mirth:
Hurrah! one hour upon the sea
Is worth a year on earth.
The dash, the foam, the spray;
The chorus of the elements,
Rough sounding on their way:
The laughing surges on our lee,
Careering in their mirth:
Hurrah! one hour upon the sea
Is worth a year on earth.
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