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The white sails hoisted to their place.
Now the ponderous anchor's rising;
Thro' the shrouds the breeze is sighing.
Now there comes the sailor's song,
By the waters gently borne along.

SAILOR'S SONG.
LOOK out my boys for the glorious breeze
 That's creeping soft and gently past,
And see how her swelling sails
 Fly out from her bended mast!

CHORUS.

 Now for the ocean broad and free!
 Now for the wide and trackless sea!
   Cheerily, brothers, heave ho!
   Cheerily, brothers, heave ho!

Oh! see how our noble ship
 Is impatient of her rest;
With the wild winds she longs to wrestle,
 And seeking to do her best!

CHORUS.

  Now for the ocean broad and free!
  Now for the wide and trackless sea!
   Cheerily, brothers, heave ho!
   Cheerily, brothers, heave ho!