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I must go down to the seas again,… And all I ask is a tall ship and… And the wheel’s kick and the wind’… And a grey mist on the sea’s face,… I must go down to the seas again,…
“When I’m discharged at Liverpool… I won’t come to sea no more; I’ll court a pretty little lass ‘n… ‘N’ settle somewhere down shore; I’ll never fare to sea again a-tem…
“Goneys an’ gullies an’ all o’ the… They ain’t no birds, not really”,… “Not mollies, nor gullies, nor gon… “But simply the spirits of mariner… “Them birds goin’ fishin’ is nothi…
In the harbour, in the island, in… Are the tiny white houses and the… And day-long, night-long, the cool… Of the steady Trade Winds blowing… There is the red wine, the nutty…
Four bells were struck, the watch… All work aboard was over for the h… And some men sang and others playe… Or mended clothes or watched the s… The bursting west was like an open…
Once in a hundred years the Lemmi… Westward, in search of food, over… Westward until the salt sea drowns… Westward, till all are drowned, th… Once, it is thought, there was a w…
We’re bound for blue water where t… It’s time to get the tacks aboard,… The crowd’s at the capstan and the… “A long pull, a strong pull, and w… The bow-wash is eddying, spreading…
The meet was at “The Cock and Py… By Charles and Martha Enderby,” The grey, three-hundred-year-old i… Long since the haunt of Benjamin The highwayman, who rode the bay.
The Loch Achray was a clipper tal… With seven-and-twenty hands in all… Twenty to hand and reef and haul, A skipper to sail and mates to baw… “Tally on to the tackle-fall,
One road leads to London, One road leads to Wales, My road leads me seawards To the white dipping sails. One road leads to the river,
Mother Carey? She’s the mother o’… 'N’ all them sort o’ rips; She’s a fine gell to look at, but… She’s a sight too fond of ships; She lives upon an iceberg to the n…
I’m going to be a pirate with a br… And an island in the Spanish Main… And a silver flagon full of red wi… Like a fine old salt-sea scavenger… With a sandy creek to careen in, a…
Oh yesterday, I t’ink it was, whi… I met with Bill. —“Hullo,” he say… We’d red bandanas round our necks… So we filled a couple of Santy Cr… We scooted south with a press of s…
Out beyond the sunset could I but… Is a sleepy blue laguna which wide… And there’s the Blessed City &mda… The Golden City of St. Mary. It’s built of fair marble &mdash w…
We were schooner-rigged and rakish… And we flew the pretty colours of… We’d a big black Jolly Roger flap… And we sailed the Spanish Water i… We’d a long brass gun amidships, l…
