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I Good luck befall you, mariners all That sail this world so wide! Whither we go, not yet we know: We steer by wind and tide. Be it right or wrong, I sing this song; For now it seems to me Men steer their souls thro' rocks and shoals As mariners use by sea. Chorus: As mariners use by sea, My lads, As mariners use by sea! II And now they plough to windward, now They drive before the gale! Now are they hurled across the world With torn and tattered sail; Yet, as they will, they steer and still Defy the world's rude glee: Till death overwhelm them, mast and helm, They ride and rule the sea. Chorus: They ride and rule the sea My lads, They ride and rule the sea! |