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There’s a snake on the western wave And his crest is red. He is long as a city street, And he eats the dead. There’s a hole in the bottom of the sea Where the snake goes down. And he waits in the bottom of the sea For the men that drown.

Chorus:--

This is the voice of the sand (The sailors understand) “There is far more sea than sand, There is far more sea than land. Yo ... ho, yo ... ho.”