"I must go down to the seas again, to the lonley sea and the sky, 
and all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by. 
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sails shaking; 
And a gray mist on the sea’s face, and a gray dawn breaking. 

I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide, 
Is a wild call and a clear call, that may not be denied; 
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying. 
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying. 

I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life. 
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way, where the wind’s like a whetted knife; 
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover, 
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over”