Song of the Sailor Boy.

 

    Oh! I love the great blue ocean,

 

        I love the whistling breeze,

 

    When the gallant ship sweeps lightly

 

        Across the surging seas.

 

    I watched my first ship building;

 

        I saw her timbers rise,

 

    Until her masts were towering

 

        Up in the bright blue skies.

 

     

 

    I heard the cheers ascending,

 

        I saw her kiss the foam,

 

    When first her hull went plunging

 

        Into her ocean home.

 

    Her flags were gaily streaming,

 

        And her sails were full and round,

 

    When the shout from shore came ringing,

 

        “Hurrah! for the Outward-bound!”

 

     

 

    But, alas! ere long a tempest

 

        Came down with awful roar

 

    And dashed our ship in pieces

 

        Upon a foreign shore.

 

    But He who holds the waters

 

        In His almighty hand,

 

    Brought all the sailors safely

 

        Back to their native land.

 

Davy was a fisher boy; and Davy was a very active little boy; and Davy wanted to go to sea. His father was a fisherman, his grandfather had been a fisherman, and his great-grandfather had been a fisherman: so we need not wonder much that little Davy took to the salt water like a fish. When he was very little he used to wade in it, and catch crabs in it, and gather shells on the shore, or build castles on the sands. Sometimes, too, he fell into the water neck and heels, and ran home to his mother, who used to whip him and set him to dry before the fire; but, as he grew older, he went with his father in the boat to fish, and from that time forward he began to wish to go to sea in one of the large ships that were constantly sailing away from the harbour near his father’s cottage.

 

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