Up, Sailor Boy, 'T Is Day

Up , sailor boy, 't is day!
The west wind blowing,
The spring tide flowing,
Summon thee hence away.
Didst thou not hear yon soaring swallow sing?
Chirp, chirp, — in every note he seemed to say
'T is Spring, 't is Spring.
Up boy, away, —
Who 'd stay on land to-day?
The very flowers
Would from their bowers
Delight to wing away!

Leave languid youths to pine
On silken pillows;
But be the billows
Of the great deep thine.
Hark, to the sail the breeze sings,
" Let us fly; "
While soft the sail, replying to the breeze,
Says, with a yielding sigh,
" Yes, where yoUplease. "
Up, boy! the wind, the ray,
The blue sky o'er thee,
The deep before thee,
All cry aloud, " Away! "
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