This morn I lay a-dreaming, <br />This morn, this merry morn, <br />When the cock crew shrill from over the hill, <br />I heard a bugle horn. <br /> <br />And thro' the dream I was dreaming, <br />There sighed the sigh of the sea, <br />And thro' the dream I was dreaming, <br />This voice came singing to me. <br /> <br />'High over the breakers, <br />Low under the lee, <br />Sing ho <br />The billow, <br />And the lash of the rolling sea! <br /> <br />'Boat, boat, to the billow, <br />Boat, boat, to the lee! <br />Love on thy pillow, <br />Art thou dreaming of me? <br /> <br />'Billow, billow, breaking, <br />Land us low on the lee! <br />For sleeping or waking, <br />Sweet love, I am coming to thee! <br /> <br />'High, high, o'er the breakers, <br />Low, low, on the lee, <br />Sing ho! <br />The billow <br />That brings me back to thee!'<br /><br />Sydney Thompson Dobell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sailor-s-return/
