A New Song called The Sea, The Sea To which is added, The Last Shilling, Tho' you leave me now in sorrow, Irish Mary, The Marseillois Hymn [by Bryan Waller Procter] |
 |
THE SEA, THE SEA. |
 | A New Song called The Sea, The Sea |  |
2
THE SEA, THE SEA.
The sea, the sea, the open sea!
The blue, the fresh, the ever free,
Without a mark, without a bound,
It runneth the earth's wide regions round,
It plays with the clouds, it mocks the skies,
Or like a cradled creature lies.
The blue, the fresh, the ever free,
Without a mark, without a bound,
It runneth the earth's wide regions round,
It plays with the clouds, it mocks the skies,
Or like a cradled creature lies.
I'm on the sea! I'm on the sea!
I am where I would ever be,
With the blue above and the blue below,
And silence wheresoe'r I go.
If a storm should come and awake the deep,
What matter? what matter? I shall ride and sleep
I am where I would ever be,
With the blue above and the blue below,
And silence wheresoe'r I go.
If a storm should come and awake the deep,
What matter? what matter? I shall ride and sleep
I love O, how I love to glide,
To glide on the fierce foaming bursting tide,
When every mad wave drowns the moon,
Or whistles aloft his tempest tune,
And tells how goeth the world below,
And why the south-west blast doth blow.
To glide on the fierce foaming bursting tide,
When every mad wave drowns the moon,
Or whistles aloft his tempest tune,
And tells how goeth the world below,
And why the south-west blast doth blow.
I never was on the dull tame shore,
But I loved the great sea more and more,
And backward flew to her billowy breast,
Like a bird that seeketh her mother's nest;
And a mother she was and is to me,
For I was born on thé open sea.
But I loved the great sea more and more,
And backward flew to her billowy breast,
Like a bird that seeketh her mother's nest;
And a mother she was and is to me,
For I was born on thé open sea.
The waves were white, and red the morn,
In the noisy hour when I was born,
And the whale it whistled and the porpoise roll'd,
And the dolphins bared their backs of gold,
And never was heard such an outcry wild,
As welcom'd to life the ocean child.
In the noisy hour when I was born,
And the whale it whistled and the porpoise roll'd,
And the dolphins bared their backs of gold,
And never was heard such an outcry wild,
As welcom'd to life the ocean child.
3
I have lived since then in calm and strife,
Full fifty summers, a rover's life,
With wealth to spend, and power to range,
But never has sought or sighed for change,
And death whenever he comes to me,
Shall come on the wild unbounded sea.
Full fifty summers, a rover's life,
With wealth to spend, and power to range,
But never has sought or sighed for change,
And death whenever he comes to me,
Shall come on the wild unbounded sea.
| A New Song called The Sea, The Sea | |