Barring o' the Door/The Sea, the Sea
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,I'm on the sea I'm on the sea,I an where I would ever beWith the blue above and the blue belowAnd silence wheresoe'er 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 ride On the fierce foaming bursting tidewhen every mad wave drowns the moonOr whistles aloft his tempest tune,And tells how goeth the world below,And why the sou-west blast doth blow,I never was on the dull tame shoreBut I loved the great sea more and more,And backwards flew to her billowy breast,Like a bird that seeketh its mother's nest;And a mother she was and is to me,(For I was born was born oa the open sea)
The waves were white, and red the morn,In the noisy hour when I was bornAnd the whale it whistled; the porpoise roll'd,And the dolphins bared their backs of gold;And never was heard such an outcry wild,As welcomed to life that ocean child.I have lived since then in calm and strifeFull fifty summers a rover's life,With wealth to spend and a power to range,But never have sought or sighed for change;And Death whenever he comes to me,Shall come, shall come on the wide unbounded seaAnd Death shall come on the wide unbounded sea.