Riverside Drive Chantey
Give to me the open sea, sailing under Peary,
Farragut or Febiger or Francis Drake!
Troll a lay of Baffin's Bay, Michigan or Erie,
Huron or Superior or some such lake.
Put me under Captain Dunn or even General Harbord!
Let me hear the chanteys that the seamen sing!
Oh to slack a leeward tack and jibe her hard-a-star-board!
And oh, the lass is lovely when the fog bells ring!
How I crave the cruel wave and the billow bounding!
How I love the capstan and the marlinspike!
But the jargon of the tar, the nautic note resounding,
Best of all about the sea are what I like.
Mine a home upon the foam, on pinnaces or cattleships!
This, my hearty lubbers, is the sort of thing
I can write when all the night the River's full of battleships
Keeping me from slumber when the fog bells ring.
Farragut or Febiger or Francis Drake!
Troll a lay of Baffin's Bay, Michigan or Erie,
Huron or Superior or some such lake.
Put me under Captain Dunn or even General Harbord!
Let me hear the chanteys that the seamen sing!
Oh to slack a leeward tack and jibe her hard-a-star-board!
And oh, the lass is lovely when the fog bells ring!
How I crave the cruel wave and the billow bounding!
How I love the capstan and the marlinspike!
But the jargon of the tar, the nautic note resounding,
Best of all about the sea are what I like.
Mine a home upon the foam, on pinnaces or cattleships!
This, my hearty lubbers, is the sort of thing
I can write when all the night the River's full of battleships
Keeping me from slumber when the fog bells ring.
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