Songs of Good Fighting

y trumpet doleful thunders at the crime of being free; A curse for churl and craven, a rot for home and haven, For toe have got dominion on the Great Grey Sea. The Poets sing of Loving -- butwehavesailedthesea, And no low-louting jobernoll can sing us what is best. Here's one to hurr and hale you, here's one that will avail you, And which will never fail you Foregathered at her breast. Your ivench may count her dozen -- but here 's a dame to cozen No. aieakand puling little minx, nosimpererisshe. Out with your powdered faces, here's one for Man's embraces, The mightiest of mistresses, the Great Grey Sea!ThePreachers prateof Godcraft -- but we havesaiW the sea; A rot upon such canters -- here's the good sei running wide. 'Fore God's wrath let them falter, and drone thei mournful psalter, Though we may greet the halter, We lived before we died. So let our hearts beat faster, there's none that a call Master; No cringe or crawl in humble wise, nor bow m bended knee; Salute no God nor Demon -- but knotty-heartd seamen, We burn our red path Deathwards on the Great Grey Sea. This is the End of Living -- to sail upon the sea, With head and breast uncovered to catch the stinging spray. A thirst, in blood we'll slake it; a galleon, we' take it; a colony, we'll break it -- And then to sail away. So sail we on together, no tie our hearts can tether, And knave orcoystrel, ...