Classic Poem

Who'll go with me over the sea,
Breasting the billows merrily,
With a tight little ship, and a bright can of flip?
What heart but braves it cheerily?
Winds may blow,
High or low,
Steady! ready! merry! cheery! Jack's the go!

The star of love that beams above,
Shines down all pure and holily;
We'll brave the breeze, we'll sweep the seas,
With bosoms beating jollily:
Winds may blow,
High or low,
Stead! ready! merry! cheery! Jack's the go!

Then, while we're afloat in our island boat,
Let's reef and steer her warily;

And if our foes dare come to blows,
We'll meet them taut and yarily:
Winds may blow,
High or low,
Steady! ready! merry! cheery! Jack's the go!