The Sea Goes Up; The Sky Comes Down. Oh, Can You Spy The Ancient Town, - The Granite Hills So Hard And Gray, That Rib The Land Behind The Bay? O Ye Ho, Boys! Spread Her Wings! Fair Winds, Boys: Send Her Home! O Ye Ho! Three Years? Is It So Long That We Have Lived Upon The Lonely Sea? Oh, Often I Thought We'd See The Town, When The Sea Went Up, And The Sky Came Down. O Ye Ho, Boys! Spread Her Wings! Fair Winds, Boys: Send Her Home! O Ye Ho! Even The Winter Winds Would Rouse A Memory Of My Father'S House; For Round His Windows And His Door They Made The Same Deep, Mouthless Roar. O Ye Ho, Boys! Spread Her Wings! Fair Winds, Boys: Send Her Home! O Ye Ho! And When The Summer'S Breezes Beat, Methought I Saw The Sunny Street Where Stood My Kate. Beneath Her Hand She Gazed Far Out, Far Out From Land. O Ye Ho, Boys! Spread Her Wings! Fair Winds, Boys: Send Her Home! O Ye Ho! Farthest Away, I Oftenest Dreamed That I Was With Her. Then, It Seemed A Single Stride The Ocean Wide Had Bridged, And Brought Me To Her Side. O Ye Ho, Boys! Spread Her Wings! Fair Winds, Boys: Send Her Home. O Ye Ho! But Though So Near We're Drawing, Now, 'T Is Farther Off - - I Know Not How. We Sail And Sail: We See No Home. Would We Into The Port Were Come! O Ye Ho, Boys! Spread Her Wings! Fair Winds, Boys: Send Her Home! O Ye Ho! At Night, The Same Stars O'Er The Mast: The Mast Sways Round - However Fast We Fly - Still Sways And Swings Around One Scanty Circle'S Starry Bound. O Ye Ho, Boys! Spread Her Wings! Fair Winds, Boys: Send Her Home! O Ye Ho! Ah, Many A Month Those Stars Have Shone, And Many A Golden Morn Has Flown, Since That So Solemn, Happy Morn, When, I Away, My Babe Was Born. O Ye Ho, Boys! Spread Her Wings! Fair Winds, Boys: Send Her Home! O Ye Ho! And, Though So Near We're Drawing, Now, 'T Is Farther Off - I Know Not How - I Would Not Aught Amiss Had Come To Babe Or Mother There, At Home! O Ye Ho, Boys! Spread Her Wings! Fair Winds, Boys: Send Her Home! O Ye Ho! 'T Is But A Seeming: Swiftly Rush The Seas, Beneath. I Hear The Crush Of Foamy Ridges 'Gainst The Prow. Longing Outspeeds The Breeze, I Know. O Ye Ho, Boys! Spread Her Wings! Fair Winds, Boys: Send Her Home! O Ye Ho! Patience, My Mates! Though Not This Eve We Cast Our Anchor, Yet Believe, If But The Wind Holds, Short The Run: We 'll Sail In With To-Morrow'S Sun. O Ye Ho, Boys! Spread Her Wings! Fair Winds, Boys: Send Her Home! O Ye Ho!