Tell your lady that the sea is your mistress

Tell your lady that the sea is your mistress

Tell your lady that the sea is your mistress

The sea, she is your home.

 

Tell your lady that you’ll see her ‘morrow

Tell your lady that you’ll see her ‘morrow

Tell your lady that you’ll see her ‘morrow

The sea, she is your home.

 

Hoist up the sails and take her sailing

Hoist up the sails and take her sailing

Hoist up the sails and take her sailing

The sea, she is your home.

 

Drink some rum and praise her glory

Drink some rum and praise her glory

Drink some rum and praise her glory

The sea, she is your home.

 

Land, ahoy! Sweet dusk is setting

Land, ahoy! Sweet dusk is setting

Land, ahoy! Sweet dusk is setting

The sea, she is your home.

 

Calls thy name; the sea, she calls you

Calls thy name; the sea, she calls you

Calls thy name; the sea, she calls you

The sea, she is your home.

 

 

*Sang to the tune of “Drunken Sailor*