A WET sheet and a flowing sea,

A wind that follows fast,

And fills the white and rustling sail,

And bends the gallant mast;

And bends the gallant mast, my boys,

While, like the eagle free,

Away the good ship flies, and leaves

Old England on the lea.

A WET sheet and a flowing sea,

A wind that follows fast,

And fills the white and rustling sail,

And bends the gallant mast;

And bends the gallant mast, my boys,

While, like the eagle free,

Away the good ship flies, and leaves

Old England on the lea.

O for a soft and gentle wind!

I heard a fair one cry;

But give to me the snoring breeze,
And white waves heaving high;
And white waves heaving high, my boys,
The good ship tight and free-
The world of waters is our home,
And merry men are we.

There's tempest in yon horned moon,
And lightning in yon cloud;
But hark, the music, mariners!
The wind is piping loud;

The wind is piping loud, my boys,
The lightning flashing free-

While the hollow oak our palace is,

Our heritage the sea.

THE SUU RISES BRIGHT IN FRAUCE.

THE sun rises bright in France,

And fair sets he;

But he has tint the blythe blink he had

In my ain countree.

O it's nae my ain ruin

That saddens aye my e'e,

But the dear Marie I left ahin',

Wi' sweet bairnies three.

My lanely hearth burn'd bonnie,
An' smiled my ain Marie;
I've 'eft a' my heart behin'

In my ain countree.

The bud comes back to summer, And the blossom to the bee,

But I'll win back-O never,

To my ain countree.

OI am leal to high Heaven,
Where soon I hope to be,
An' there I'll meet ye a' soou
Frae my ain countree.