Classic Poem

I

There's a snake on the western wave
And his crest is red.
He is long as a city street,
And he eats the dead.
There's a hole in the bottom of the sea
Where the snake goes down.
And he waits in the bottom of the sea
For the men that drown.
Chorus: —
This is the voice of the sand
(The sailors understand)
" There is far more sea than sand,
There is far more sea than land.
Yo . . . ho, yo . . . ho. "