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, There's tempest in yon horned moon, The wind is piping loud, my boys, 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, 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, |