The Pathless Deep

GIVE me, oh, give me the pathless deep,The boundless ocean, fair and wide;With a fine breeze rising from its sleep,And the swiftly running tide!

The stately ship, with her snowy shroud,Flinging back the glittering spray:'Tis a sight to make the seaman proud,As she flies on her onward way!

Proudly she spurns the billows' crest,As she bends 'neath the rising gales;Along she flies, o'er the ocean's breast,With her well filled snow-white sails!

Give me, give me the trackless sea—The fair ocean so free and wide;—'Tis all I ask,—'tis enough for me,With a good ship for my fair bride!