Oh For The Breath Of The Briny Deep, And The Tug Of The Bellying Sail, With The Sea-Gull'S Cry Across The Sky And A Passing Boatman'S Hail. For, Be She Fierce Or Be She Gay, The Sea Is A Famous Friend Alway. Ho! For The Plains Where The Dolphins Play, And The Bend Of The Mast And Spars, And A Fight At Night With The Wild Sea-Sprite When The Foam Has Drowned The Stars. And, Pray, What Joy Can The Landsman Feel Like The Rise And Fall Of A Sliding Keel? Fair Is The Mead; The Lawn Is Fair And The Birds Sing Sweet On The Lea; But The Echo Soft Of A Song Aloft Is The Strain That Pleases Me; And Swish Of Rope And Ring Of Chain Are Music To Men Who Sail The Main. Then, If You Love Me, Let Me Sail While A Vessel Dares The Deep; For The Ship 'S My Wife, And The Breath Of Life Are The Raging Gales That Sweep; And When I 'M Done With Calm And Blast, A Slide O'Er The Side, And Rest At Last.