O! Who can tell that never sailed among the glassy seas
How fresh and welcome breaks the morn that ushers in a breeze
"Fair wind! Fair wind!" a-low, a-loft all hands delight to cry
As leaping through the parted waves, the good ship makes reply
While fore and aft, all staunch and tight, she spreads her canvass wide
The Captain walks his realm, the deck, with more than monarch's pride
For well he knows the seabird's wings, so swift and sure today
Will waft him many a league to night in triumph on his way
Then welcome to the rushing blast that stirs the waters now
Ye white plum'd heralds of the deep, make music round her prow!
Good sea room in the roaring gale, let stormy trumpets blow
But chain ten thousand fathoms down, the sluggish calm below