Classic Poem

Before you sail, sweet sailor,
I'll whistle to the south,
And the sea-wind shall be softer
Than honey in the mouth.

The mountains shall stand closer,
To keep away the storm,
And the southern sun shall sweetheart
The wind, till it be warm.

With sun and wind, sweet sailor,
I served you from of old:
The wind shall wing your vessel,
The sun shall give it gold.