I’d like to be a sailor – a sailor bold and bluff –
Calling out, “Ship ahoy!” in manly tones and gruff.
I’d learn to box the compass, and to reef and tack and luff;
I’d sniff and snifff the briny breeze and never get enough.
Perhaps I’d chew tobacco, or an old black pipe I’d puff,
But I wouldn’t be a sailor if …
The sea was very rough.
Would you?
(C J Dennis)
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