Wet Sheet and a Flowing Sea, A. 
By Cunningham, Allan. 


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 a soft and gentle wind!"
I heard a fair one cry;
But give to me the snoring 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 tempest in yon horned 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.