Sing Ho! for the Life of a Sailor


Some say they are weary,
     With nowhere to find rest.
Some say life is dreary,
     Full of fears at best.

But a sailor says the morning
     Was made for setting sail,
And a salt will read a warning
     In the skies of a coming gale.

So Ho! for the life of a sailor,
     A life without a fault.
Let others have their jailer,
     Sing Ho! for the life of a salt.

The seven seas are deep and wide
     And colder than the grave,
But sailing ships know how to glide
     Along each passing wave.

A man wants more than anything
     To live a life that's free;
To dance & drink & laugh & sing—
     That's why he goes to sea.

So Ho! for the life of a sailor,
     A life without a fault.
Let others have their jailer,
     Sing Ho! for the life of a salt.


©2016 Michael Fraley




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