The Collected Songs of Charles Mackay With Illustrations by John Gilbert |
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III.—FAR, FAR, UPON THE SEA.
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Far, far upon the sea,The good ship speeding free,
Upon the deck we gather young and old;
And view the flapping sail,
Spreading out before the gale,
Full and round without a wrinkle or a fold:
Or watch the waves that glide
By the stately vessel's side,
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Or we gather in a ring,
And with cheerful voices sing,
Oh! gaily goes the ship when the wind blows fair.
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Far, far upon the sea,With the sunshine on our lee,
We talk of pleasant days when we were young,
And remember, though we roam,
The sweet melodies of home—
The songs of happy childhood which we sung.
And though we quit her shore,
To return to it no more,
Sound the glories that Britannia yet shall bear;
That “Britons rule the waves,”
“And never shall be slaves.”
Oh! gaily goes the ship when the wind blows fair.
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Far, far upon the sea,Whate'er our country be,
The thought of it shall cheer us as we go.
And Scotland's sons shall join,
In the song of “Auld lang Syne,”
With voice by memory soften'd, clear and low.
And the men of Erin's Isle,
Battling sorrow with a smile,
Shall sing “St. Patrick's Morning,” void of care;
And thus we pass the day,
As we journey on the way;—
Oh! gaily goes the ship when the wind blows fair.
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