The world of waters is our home.

And merry men are we.

There's tempest in yon horned moon,

And lightning in yon cloud;

And hark the music, mariners!

The wind is wakening loud.

The wind is wakening loud, my boys,

The lightning flashes free--

The hollow oak our palace is,

Our heritage the sea.

LULLABY M. A. HALEY facebooktwittergoogle_plusredditpinterestlinkedinmail