The Mariner’s Poem

The Mariner’s Poem

Oh, the wind it howls and the sea she roars,

As we set our course from the harbor’s shores,

With a hearty crew and a ship so stout,

We’ll brave the waves, there’s naught to doubt.

Heave ho, lads, let the sails be high,

The tide it waits for none who sigh,

With the salt and spray, we’ll work our trade,

Till the journey ends and debts are paid.

The lanterns swing as the timbers creak,

And the gulls cry out through the gray and bleak,

a sailor’s heart is a sturdy thing,

For the ocean’s song is ours to sing.

Heave ho, lads, let the sails be high,

The tide it waits for none who sigh,

With the salt and spray, we’ll ply our trade,

Till the journey ends and debts are paid.

Through storms that rage and skies that weep,

To the depths we vow no soul shall sleep,

For the riches lie where the brave dare tread,

With the stars to guide and the moon o’erhead.

Heave ho, lads, let the sails be high,

The tide it waits for none who sigh,

With the salt and spray, we’ll ply our trade,

Till the journey ends and debts are paid.

So raise your glass to the deep blue sea,

To the life we’ve chosen, wild and free,

For a sailor’s fate is the call of the deep,

And the mariner’s song forever we’ll keep.

Oh, the wind it howls and the sea she roars,

As we set our course from the harbor’s shores,

With a hearty crew and a ship so stout,

We’ll brave the waves, there’s naught to doubt.

Heave ho, lads, let the sails be high,

The tide it waits for none who sigh,

With the salt and spray, we’ll ply our trade,

Till the journey ends and debts are paid.

The lanterns swing as the timbers creak,

And the gulls cry out through the gray and bleak,

But a sailor’s heart is a sturdy thing,

For the ocean’s song is ours to sing.

Heave ho, lads, let the sails be high,

The tide it waits for none who sigh,

With the salt and spray, we’ll ply our trade,

Till the journey ends and debts are paid.

Through storms that rage and skies that weep,

To the depths we vow no soul shall sleep,

For the riches lie where the brave dare tread,

With the stars to guide and the moon o’erhead.

Heave ho, lads, let the sails be high,

The tide it waits for none who sigh,

With the salt and spray, we’ll ply our trade,

Till the journey ends and debts are paid.

So raise your glass to the deep blue sea,

To the life we’ve chosen, wild and free,

For a sailor’s fate is the call of the deep,

And the mariner’s poem, forever we’ll keep.