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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=576334" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Flying-Fish Sailor</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=576334" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'The Western Ocean rolls and roars<br>From Sandy Hook to Europe's shores,<br>From Fastnet Light to Portland, Maine,<br>And Newport News and back again,<br>With Boston, Salem, Montreal,<br>And plenty o' ports both large and small,<br>And them that like may keep 'em all,<br>Not me,' says the flying-fish sailor.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=576334" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The Western Ocean roars and rolls<br>With all its deeps and all its shoals<br>And many a thundering wintry gale,<br>And many a storm of rain and hail,<br>And let who likes have sleet and snow,<br>And driving fog and drifting floe,<br>For South away and Eastward Ho!<br>Is the road for the flying-fish sailor.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=576334" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">In Blackwall Dock she is moored,<br>Her hatches on and her stores aboard,<br>In Blackwall Dock she lies to-day,<br>And she will sail when the morning's grey<br>For Sunda Strait and Singapore,<br>And Palembang and plenty more,<br>And many a swarming Eastern shore<br>That's known to the flying-fish sailor.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=576334" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The girls they'll cry and the lads'll shout<br>When the blooming tugboat warps her out:<br>We'll drop the pilot off the Nore<br>With fond farewells to take ashore<br>To mothers, wives and sweethearts too -<br>Love to Sally and love to Sue -<br>And that's the last for a year or two<br>You'll see of the flying-fish sailor.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=576334" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">We'll drop the tug and we'll bear away<br>Down the Channel, across the Bay;<br>The Western Isles we'll leave behind<br>And make the Line with the good Trade wind:<br>We'll see the dolphins sport and play,<br>(And haul our yards ten times a day),<br>While South'ard still we beat our way,<br>The way of the flying-fish sailor.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=576334" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And forty south when we have passed,<br>Her easting down she runs at last,<br>Where the white whale swims in the far South Sea,<br>And the brave West winds blow full and free:<br>The good old winds they bluster and blow<br>The same as they used to years ago,<br>And the good old stars that well we know<br>Look down on the flying-fish sailor.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=576334" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The darned old hooker 'll log sixteen,<br>She'll ship it heavy and ship it green,<br>She'll roll along with her lee-rail under,<br>While the big seas break aboard like thunder:<br>The pots and pans they'll carry away,<br>And the cook go down on his knees and pray,<br>But let the seas roar as they may,<br>All's one to the flying-fish sailor.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=576334" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">At Sydney next a call we'll pay,<br>And meet a pal on Circular Quay;<br>We'll glance at Java Head also,<br>And Fuji's crest of frozen snow,<br>And slant-eyed girls in far Japan,<br>Wun Lee, Wang Ho and little Yo San,<br>With braided hair and twinkling fan,<br>Will smile on a flying-fish sailor.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=576334" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And last of all the day'll come round<br>When the blooming mudhook leaves the ground,<br>And to old England we return,<br>Our pockets filled with pay to burn,<br>With a painted fan and an ivory comb<br>From foreign towns beyond the foam,<br>And a golden ring for the girl at home<br>That waits for the flying-fish sailor.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Cicely+Fox+Smith">Cicely Fox Smith</a></strong></div>