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 an 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 hornèd 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.