The Seafarer

The Seafarer long poem

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The Seafarer

I’ll tell you tales of times long past
Of my long days before the mast
With white clouds that flee by fast
Sails billowing as huge winds blast

Scrubbing the decks with pumice stone
Thinking of my wife and children alone
Men battle, and the brave fall and groan
Drinking rum when we head for home

Sewing sails in the pouring rain
We may not get the chance again
Biscuits with weevils are the bane
Bloated bellies hard filled with pain

The sky is clear, we’ve passed the night
The ship she is a woeful sight
We work at it with all our might
No words can tell how sad her plight

Is that a sight of land we see
We line the rails and shout with glee
For we have long sailed these the seas
And wish to be home with our families

Sailing ever closer we see rocks galore
The huge rough waves pounding on the shore
Hard a-port the masters voice does roar
My time has passed I’ll sail no more

Saying good-bye to the friends we’ve known
Should’ring kit bags we head for home
How tall and well my sons have grown
At last finding rest for my weary bones

This is my home and here I’ll stay
With joy in my heart, every day
I’m free at last from the angry sea
Here I am forever free.

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