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"O, SING ME A SONG OF THE WILD WEST WIND"

O, sing me a song of the wild west wind, And his great sea-harrying flail,Of hardy mariners, copper skinned, That fly with a bursting sail.They see the clouds of crispèd white That shadow the distant hills,And filled are they with a strange delight As shaking away old ills.
O, give me a boat that is sure and stark, And swift as a slinger's stone,With a sail of canvas bronzèd dark, And I will go out alone:Nor fear nor sorrow my soul shall keep When around me lies the sea,And I will return with the night, and sleep In the wind's wild harmony.

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