THE SAILOR





I'd like to be a sailor--a sailor bold and bluff--

Calling out, "Ship ahoy!" in manly tones and gruff.

I'd learn to box the compass, and to reef and tack and luff;

I'd sniff and snifff the briny breeze and never get enough.

Perhaps I'd chew tobacco, or an old black pipe I'd puff,

But I wouldn't be a sailor if . . .

The sea was very rough.

Would you?





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