Classic Poem

III Thames .

Old father Ocean calls my tide,
" Come away, come away";
The barks upon the billows ride,
The master will not stay;
The merry boatswain from his side
His whistle takes to check and chide
The lingering lads' delay,
And all the crew aloud has cried,
" Come away, come away".

See the god of seas attends thee,
Nymphs divine, a beauteous train,
All the calmer gales befriend thee
In thy passage o'er the main;
Every maid her locks is binding,
Every Triton's horn is winding,
Welcome to the watery plain.