The Song of the Mariner. HE home of my heart is afar on the sea, THE Where wildly the winds whistle music to me; Where, free as the waves on old Neptune's domain, The cares of the world never fever my brain. Away with the laurels and wreaths of renown; The coxcomb of airs, and the titled buffoon, May relish the joys of the gilded saloon; The court and the camp may ring loudly with glee; Fairs, soirées, and balls are but Fashion's gay marts, Secure in my craft, let the tempest prevail, And screams of the sea-bird be heard in the gale; Though waves o'er her bow in wild fury may break, My bosom is calm as a mountain-girt lake. Careering at will and yet leaving no track, I oft dream of friends that would welcome me back; When life's voyage is o'er, O then let me sleep, The Homeward Trip. URRAH! for a trip on the home-bound ship, That bears the flag of the stripes and stars! She is manned by a brave and gallant crew, And strong are her oaken beams and spars. Come, ye mighty men of the sword and pen, Come, share of the wine that is old and fine, Come, your birthright sell, for it suits you well, It will cost you naught but a silent tongue, で Oh ye sons of toil, that dig deep the soil, Never long for food to fire up your blood, Oh! ye sun-bronzed freemen brave and true; That labor pays for the favored few? With your hard-earned sum, from the mountains come, Forget ye are men in the image of God, And bend your heads to the galling yoke. Hurrah! for a trip on the home-bound ship, Where men crawl around like spectres gaunt; If it cost their lives, bring your tender wives, Ye frail and weary, in styes so dreary, If nauseous fumes ye may not choose, Seek for health and strength on the cold damp deck, Where fall the drenching rains and dews. What have you to fear should grim death appear? Hurrah! for a trip on the home-bound ship, One louder still for the Stripes and Stars? |