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SONG OF THE SHIP by Bill Adams ~ ’M WAITING for a tow-boat for to tow me to sea And my decks are harbor weary, as weary may be— The seas are running greenly and the ocean winds blow; And I’m waiting, just waiting, for to get me a tow. There’s men with cheery voices and a roll to their feet, The sons of all the oceans where the big winds blow sweet— They’re heaving and a-hauling and a-loving of me, And together we are waiting to blow down the sea. Oh, there’s dust of dusty harbor on hatch and on rail, And there’s grime of many cargoes in all of my sail, But it’s soon [’ll be flying and washing me clean Where the horses go a-roaming and cold seas are green. I’m the queen of all the clippers that wing o’er the sea, And the soft trades are a-waiting to whisper to me. Where the dark winds of the midnight go wailing their wrath I'll be dancing by the starshine all down the long path. Oh, there’s sadness and there’s sorrow to those who don’t know The curl of dancing furrows where the stormy winds blow— But there’s laughter and loving in the deeps of the sea To the sons of the ocean who go sailing with me. When my topsails are ribboned and my wheel swept away In the squall before the morning, then great is the day When the sons of my loving with their hands red with blood, Shall battle till the star-rise with the wrath of the flood. There’s a port that awaits us and it’s gleaming and bright With the gems of the sunset and the pearls of the night; It’s there that we’ll be sailing—oh, it’s there that we’ll blow, When the tug-boat comes hailing for to take us in tow. Farewell to weary harbor with all of its noises— “Roll and go,” they’ll be singing and glad gre their voices. And for shipwreck and for drowning but little we care When the last dock swings open and it’s seaward we fare. Song of the Ship,” copyright, 1922, by Bill Adams. 150 Gomichbooksneom