The Sailor of the Sail

I sing the Sailor of the Sail, breed of the oaken heart, Who drew the world together and spread our race apart,

Whose conquests are the measure of thrice the ocean's girth, Whose trophies are the nations that necklace half the earth.

Lord of the Bunt and Gasket and Master of the Yard, To whom no land was distant, to whom no sea was barred:

Who battled with the current; who conquered with the wind; Who shaped the course before him by the wake he threw behind;

Who burned in twenty climates; who froze in twenty seas; Who crept the shore of Labrador and flash'd the Caribbees.