With all the worries it may bring,

“There’s always some dam thing.”

[Pg 84]

[Pg 84]

THE MODERN MARINER

  A dry sheet and a lazy sea, And a wind so far from fast It barely floats the owner’s flag That flutters at the mast—  That flutters at the mast, my boys; So while the sky is free Of cloud we’ll take a yachtsman’s chance And venture out to sea.

And a wind so far from fast

That flutters at the mast—

So while the sky is free

And venture out to sea.

  The aneroid has dropped a tenth! Back, back across the bar To a harbor snug, and a long cold drink, And a big fat black cigar—  A big fat black cigar, my boys; While, on an even keel, The Swedish chef out-chefs himself In getting up a meal.

Back, back across the bar

And a big fat black cigar—

While, on an even keel,

In getting up a meal.

  Give me a soft and gentle wind, A fleckless azure sky; I care not for your “snoring breeze” And dinners heaving high—  And dinners heaving high, my boys, Make no great hit with me; So when the breeze begins to snore We’ll not put out to sea.

A fleckless azure sky;

And dinners heaving high—

Make no great hit with me;

We’ll not put out to sea.

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