THE wind blew shrill and smart, <br />And the wind awoke my heart <br />Again to go a-sailing o'er the sea, <br />To hear the cordage moan <br />And the straining timbers groan, <br />And to see the flying pennon lie a-lee. <br /> <br />O sailor of the fleet, <br />It is time to stir the feet! <br />It's time to man the dingy and to row! <br />It's lay your hand in mine <br />And it's empty down the wine, <br />And it's drain a health to death before we go! <br /> <br />To death, my lads, we sail; <br />And it's death that blows the gale <br />And death that holds the tiller as we ride. <br />For he's the king of all <br />In the tempest and the squall, <br />And the ruler of the Ocean wild and wide!<br /><br />Robert Louis Stevenson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-wind-blew-shrill-and-smart/
