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I had to make a quick trip to Home Depot in Topsham, Maine this morning, and, on the way home, I took the back road that follows the shoreline.  The sun was shining off the Atlantic and the breeze was brisk, and, all of a sudden, I felt very homesick for my days at sea.  I came home, and found this old favorite poem by John Masefield and I'll share it with you all:

 

Sea Fever

BY JOHN MASEFIELD

I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely 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 sail’s shaking,

And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey 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.

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Here's one from 1978, from long-deceased Canadian folk singer Stan Rogers, written for Nice Scotia fishermen.

 

THE JEANNIE C.
(Stan Rogers)

Come all ye lads, draw near to me
That I be not forsaken
This day was lost the Jeannie C.
And my living has been taken
I'll go to sea no more

 

We set out this day in the bright sunrise
The same as any other
My son and I and old John Price
In the boat named for my mother
I'll go to sea no more

 

Now it's well you know what the fishing has been
It's been scarce and hard and cruel
But this day, by God, we sure caught cod
And we sang and we laughed like fools
I'll go to sea no more

 

I'll never know what it was we struck
But strike we did like thunder
John Price give a cry and pitched overside
Now it's forever he's gone under
I'll go to sea no more

 

Now a leak we've sprung, let there be no delay
If the Jeannie C. we're saving
John Price is drowned and slipped away
So I'll patch the hole while you're bailing
I'll go to sea no more

 

But no leak I found from bow to hold
No rock it was that got her
But what I found made my heart stop cold
For every seam poured water
I'll go to sea no more

 

My God, I cried as she went down
That boat was like no other
My father built her when I was nine
And named her for my mother
I'll go to sea no more

 

And sure I could have another made
In the boat shop down in Dover
But I would not love the keel they laid
Like the one the waves roll over
I'll go to sea no more

 

So come all ye lads, draw near to me
That I be not forsaken
This day was lost the Jeannie C.
And my whole life has been taken
I'll go to sea no more

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