WE ROAM AND RULE THE SEA.

THE surge's salt is in our veins,
The sea-breeze in our breath,
Our love to ride the waves remains
Through all-come life, come death.
Even as our fathers were are we,
Norse are we now as when
They, ocean-roamers, rode the sea,
The kings of waves and men.
Our wealth may rise, our luxury grow,
Whatever we may be,

We live the Norseman's life to know
We roam and rule the sea.

Preach to us rest, and praise the land,
Our feet must tread the deck;
Who fear our fleets will sail unmanned
For battle, storm, or wreck ?
We can but circle round the earth,
Wherever ship can sail,

The ocean's stormy roar our mirth,
Our joy the blustering gale.
Though richer, softer yet we grow,
Whatever we may be,

We live the Norseman's life to know
We roam and rule the sea.

A THOUSAND LEAGUES AWAY.

THE wind is blowing fresh, Kate, the boat rocks there for me;

One kiss and I'm away, Kate, for two long years to sea; For two long years to think of you-dream of you night and day

To long for you across the sea-a thousand leagues away, A thousand leagues away, dear Kate,

A thousand leagues away;

While round the Pole we toss and roll,

A thousand leagues away.

I half could be a landsman, Kate, while those dear eyes

I see,

To hear the gale rave by without, while you sat snug

with me;

But I must hear the storm howl by, the salt breeze whistling play

Its weird sea-tune amongst the shrouds, a thousand leagues away,

A thousand leagues away, dear Kate,

A thousand leagues away;

While South we go, blow high, blow low,

A thousand leagues away.

I'm too rough for a landsman's lot-his tame life's not

for me;

What could I do ashore for you ?-my fortune's on the

sea;

The mate of winds and billows still, I must my fate

obey,

And chase the whale before the gale a thousand leagues

away,

A thousand leagues away, dear Kate,

A thousand leagues away;

The blubber boil, and stow the oil,
A thousand leagues away.

Something I have, and more shall have, if luck my

fortune be;

Enough at last a wife to keep, and children round my

knee;

And do you love me well enough, Kate, from your heart. to say,

'I'm yours, though you must win me, Will, a thousand leagues away,

A thousand leagues away, dear Will,

A thousand leagues away;

For you she'll wait; go, win your Kate,
A thousand leagues away."

One kiss; the tide ebbs fast, love; I must no laggard be,
Upon the voyage I'll hope, love, will give a wife to me.
Pray for us, Kate; such prayers as yours God bids the
winds obey;

By fortune heard, your loving word will speed us far

away.

A thousand leagues away, my Kate,

A thousand leagues away;

God will befriend the lad you send
A thousand leagues away.

OLD BENBOW.

AUGUST 24th, 1702.

Boys, I'll give you a song about one that's gone long,
One that all true good salts should know;
For no braver a one ever stood to a gun
Than my hero, old bold Benbow.

Though many a name has a better-known fame,
I think 'tis a shame 'tis so;

So fill the can, men, and I'll sing to you then
The deeds of old bold Benbow.