AWANDERf RS SONCS" PS 3521 .E26 M3 1902 Copy 1 or THE SEA -^^p^ CHARLIS KiiilE Class JSU'y. d,l Book _^ EI2 fo ki? Coi)yriglitN"_i5iIL„__ COPYRIGHT DEPOSIT. of tt)t ^ta 91 Wantitxtx'Q ^ongs of t|)e ^ea By Charles Keeler fean JFtami0co: 1902 Copyrighted, I902 By Charles Keeler Printed by The Stanley-Taylor Company san Francisco r llo mmtam meitg Painter and poet and friend, Lover of live-oaks and hills, Little my songs can lend To a life that with beauty thrills. Through you have I seen the grove In the golden twilight of dreams, The peak where the storm-cloud strove With the sun's triumphant beams; And I would it were given to me To return e'en a tithe of the boon In my songs of the masterful sea, In my strains of its mystical rune. I would take you afar o'er the deep To the haunts of the rude sea kings. To realms where the storm-mists sweep, To the zones where the petrel wings ! But I know in your musings alone In the frigate of art you are free To sail where a splendor has shown That ne'er was on land or on sea ! An Invocation i An Ocean Lullaby 14 A Song of Bering Sea 15 Pull the Line Home 16 Storm Along 18 Rough Weather Chanty 19 Cleaning Ship 20 Jack on Shore 21 Homeward Ho 23 Down in the Doldrums 25 Black Sailors' Chanty 28 Haul Away Joe 30 South Australia 32 My Jennie of Katoomba 34 The Son of a Jackaroo . . . . . .35 Song of the Sundowner 37 Ballad of Minnie Ramsay 39 The Voyage of Kupe 46 A Song for Little Mata 56 Leaving Honolulu 57 ^ manr^mt'0 feong^ ot tje &ea A WORD ON THE SONGS. The charm of the sea is ever new. Its songs are ever in the making. It is a fresh surprise for each one who ventures upon its illimitable way. In the bits of lyric contained in this slender volume I have sought to catch fleeting glimpses of ocean life and of sailor men in many parts of the Pacific, from the Russian voyager in Bering Sea to the Tahitian fisherman braving the perils of the deep in his open canoe, and his still more daring kinsmen who, some six hundred years ago, voy- aged over thousands of miles of unknown water and discovered New Zealand. Only on deep-water sailing vessels do the sailors still sing chanties. When a ship has been laboring through a storm under shortened canvas and the wind abates, the skipper, anxious to make a quick voyage, gives the command to set more sail. Men are ordered aloft to free the lashings and the heavy spar must then be hoisted to its place. The full watch take hold of the halyard, a rope on which the spar is suspended, and which Si dZaotD on tSe &0nff0 passes through a pulley on the deck. Then the leader of the crew commences a chanty. All hands join in the refrain, pulling in unison at every accented syllable of the chorus. With the wind humming and whistling through the rigging, the ship tossing in the great ocean rollers, and the muffled thud of crashing waves upon its sides, the setting is a wildly picturesque one for the stirring rhythm of such well-known chanties as "Blow the Man Down," "Ranzo," or "Whiskey For My Johnnie," sung with lusty voices by the crew bending in their sou'westers over the wet rope. In a few chanties of this collection, notably "South Australia," "Storm Along," and "Haul Away, Joe," I have preserved the refrain of the sailors, and in all of them I have aimed to give something of the spirit of the men who go down to the sea in ships. The few dialect verses of Australia attempt to portray some types of colonial life which one often encounters at sea as well as ashore. In all the collection I have depicted only such incidents or men as I have encountered in sea roving on the Pacific. C. K. of ti^e ^ea Si man\itttf0 &om0 ot tSt &ea AN INVOCATION TO THE SEA. The sea! The sea! Who loveth not its blue sublimity? Its lips implore, with endless moan, The wanderer to strands unknown ! Aye, 'tis the cry of Fate, forever calling To men and dynasties and nations proud. The voice of destiny, imperious falling Amidst earth's blindly herded crowd. To challenge men, to charge them steer Upon the westering sun's gold path of fire, To bid them stifle joy and fear And all save wandering's wild desire! Lo, how it rolls around the sphere. Thumping at all the granite gateways strong. Waking the sleeping cities, shouting high The watchword Progress! to the chosen throng : The race shall on though men go forth and die ! I] a (iaianDetet'0 &ongief of tie &ea Intonating deep and hollow Cries the sea- voice : "Spirits, follow ! Follow through the flying foam, Follow through the roaring gale, Waste of tide shall be your home, Warring blasts shall swell your sail !" Down the Nile the stirring summons swept from off the inland sea To the sphinx upon the desert brooding over Ptolemy. Greece was roused as, wave on wave, Th' ^gean hurled its challenge brave. Round the margent, fearful crept Galleys ere the deep they swept. Triremes hungering for fight Bore her sons in armor bright. Coursing through the mid-most sea To plant their seed on Sicily. Stout Ulysses, god impelled, Sea enchantments weird beheld, — Circe's isle and Cyclops' strand, [2 Sin Jinbocation to tj^e &ea Shadows of Cimmerian land ! Carthage heard the voice of Fate PeaHng through the pillared gate Heracles' grim hand upreared, Heard the pari of waves and steered Where the Mediterranean roars Round Scylla's rock to Lybian shores. And out of Hiflheim's wild mist spake Hel To Norsemen in their gloomy northland fiords, Thundering with Thor a runic ocean spell That made sea thralls of mighty Viking lords. In beaked shells they tossed and strained, Their shields they ranged against the waves, And far drear coasts, storm-swept, they gained For Viking bouts and unwept graves. Full many vot'ries did the blue deep gain, Thrilling, with elate, exultant strain. Hearts of Holland, Britain, Spain ! But men sailed the coast anear 3] Si mannmf0 feongg ot tte & ga Till the Seer dared to steer Far across the Vast Unknown. Aye, when Columbus plowed those waters lone With unfamiliar keels, when hungry eyes Beheld the vision under alien skies, When in his course the New World dimly reared Proud battlements of green, when there appeared Strange welcoming people past the waste of sea, Ah then the tide gave up its mystery, Then Europe tasted the forbidden fruit; Henceforth should nations vie in its pursuit, Seeking through storms amain on trackless seas The golden harvest of th' Hesperides, Seeking eternal youth's restoring well, And El Dorado ! Many a caravel Set forth on such romantic enterprise. Once the Great Captain had unsealed men's eyes ! Heir of Castile and Aragon, proud Spain! Thy venturous galleons, peerless, swept the main, Thy high prows broke mysterious storm-churned seas That crashed on shores at the antipodes, [4 Sin Unbocation to tSe &ea And argosies took wing to fetch thee gold When high emprise had made thy seamen bold. Fair Venice, doge-swayed Adriatic mart, Erst queen of seas and citadel of art. Had lost the salt tide's empery, and passed To thee, bold Spain, the art to court the blast ! And thou didst let it waft thee at its will O'er waves that jousted with thee, matched in skill. Magellan steered his caravels afar O'er chartless waters, south until the keen Antarctic tempests raved and every star Was veiled in storm-mist. In such wild de- mesne He watched grim winter swathe a dreary shore Where roamed the giant Patagonian. At burst of spring his eager vessels bore Adown the rock-ribbed coast of fear, where man Ne'er sailed before, past beetling walls of stone. Through straits where beacons glimmed on strands unknown, 5] Si mantitttt*^ &om0 ot tit &ea On midst the yawning pass until they rolled O'er vast Pacific swells, and every bold Storm-seasoned seaman gave the Virgin praise! They sailed that leagueless sea uncounted days, Leaving the albatross far-ranging, lone; They starved, a ghastly crew, with curse and moan! Till, chancing on the isles that flank Cathay, Ycleped for Philip that auspicious day, Magellan, in untoward conflict, fell. Sadly to Spain coursed on his fleet to tell His triumph and his doom ! his flag unfurled. The first to float victorious round the world! The Britains heard the deep's wild anthem, blown From bleak horizons ; heard the Triton tone Of breathed conchs from o'er the ocean vast, And followed mermaid visions shimmering past. Cresting the tossing brine, unplowed before, Toward haunts remote on far Columbian shore. Raleigh and Frobisher pushed back the veil Of New World mystery, while one bold sail [6 an JInbocation to tjie &ea Winged on Magellan's course and in the wake Of lone Pacific galleons. Francis Drake, The lustiest buccaneer that swept the main, Plundering the South Sea treasure-ships of Spain, Ranged o'er the western wilderness of blue To filch Potosi's ingots from Peru ; Then northward scaped by unfrequented way, And tarried lone in Californian bay. Still westward to the isles of spice he steered. Still on round Af ric cape toward England veered, Anchoring his globe-swept barque in Plymouth bight, And seeking his proud queen who dubbed him knight. In those rare days of high romance and song Elizabeth o'erwatched, Spain's Philip sent Th' Invincible Armada's galleon throng To battle with the impious Protestant.^ The Inquisition's fleet past Plymouth swung, A royal crescent of uncounted sail, 7] While round about them Drake and Howard hung, And Frobisher's tried guns poured leaden hail. A week's mad strife left Philip's peerless fleet Scattered and crippled, seeking vain retreat. The British Sea Dogs held the Channel way; For Spain's Armada, fleeting in dismay, The North Sea's dreary course alone availed. But loud and menacing the tempest wailed, Hurtling the galleons to heartless doom Upon the cruel Orkney's strand of gloom. Ten thousand corpses lined that fearful coast, A charnel for the stricken Spanish host. Ah, never more upon the seas shall ride A new Armada, never more the tide Shall bear again so proud a fleet from Spain, With blazoned banners sailing forth in vain! The northern race through struggle groweth strong, And, be it right or be it wrong. Their seed shall people the wide sphere with life, [8 Sin UnbocatiDtt to t§e &ea Their ships shall battle with all distant seas, Their fleets shall harbor in the world's wide leas, Their hearts shall grapple with all human strife. They shall crowd, inch by inch, upon the pole Where hoar floes grind amain with brutal might, Through tropic hurricanes their barques shall roll. Through storm and darkness shall they bear the light. O mighty Mother Ocean, Hast thou known such blind devotion Before, as this? Have human annals shown Such loyalty to thee ? Thy storms have blown A nation to all shores; its sons have grown Strong on the soil wherever they did cling. Cities have risen high, and there did spring Forests of masts in foreign ports afar; Shall they not all thy gates of fear unbar ? They have defied thy calms and storms with q] steam. Si marittttf^ ^ongiEj ot tit &ea Their steel leviathans through tempests lash ; Armored in ice midst wintry gales they gleam, Sweeping triumphant through the waves that crash ; For they have mastered thee, O mighty Mother Sea! Beaconed thy shores where fierce winds wildest blow, Bridled thy foaming waves and steered till, lo ! Ultima Thule breaks upon the view, For steel and steam can conquer and subdue ! Invincible today the Saxons ride. The masters of all highways on the tide Since Dewey thundered at Manila's gate And Europe heard the echoing guns of fate. The empire of the West its course has bent O'er sea and shore and mighty continent, And on across the ocean zone of day Unto the hoary gateway of Cathay. Hence shall the empire of the sea be here. Where Russia's huge bulk darkly lowers near, [lO )an Jnbocation to tfie &ta While Saxon impulse masters with its skill The vast Pacific. That insistent will That makes for progress, dominating, brave. Shall vitalize the waste, and mar — or save! Thou hast taught strength unto this favored race, O sea, and courage and endurance tried ; Now grant them the one priceless gift of grace. And free them from the deadly sin of pride ! Croon them a grand old love-song, mother sea, Teach them that love alone is empery, That fate at last defies the mailed hand. That only what the heart calls Right can stand ! Let them unite for peace about the sphere. Let them unite for justice, let them hear The still small voice above thy call immane Of passion and of power ; let them gain That subtler conquest of the heart of man Which makes for God's great undeveloped plan! Sing this, O sea, more clearly than of yore! Shout thy glad paean round each rock-bound shore ! II] Let England hear it, let thy mighty prayer Roll to America and rouse an answer there ! O may the vast Pacific's boundless deep In choir responsive round the Orient sweep, Bearing glad tidings to the Austral coast. Cheering Cathay and all her gloomy host. The Saxon genius, cradled by the sea. Has grappled now with human destiny, The Saxon spirit, resolute and strong, Shall stand united 'gainst the hosts of wrong, Shall fight for liberty, shall toil for peace. Till lo, the turmoils of the nations cease ! England, America, join hands today. Cast to the winds all discord, nor delay The triumph of thy union! This the cry The globe-engirdling sea has voiced high! This the last plea to man hoar ocean makes. The last appeal beyond the whorl of fate ! The thunder of its stirring challenge shakes The nations while they hesitate and wait. Await no more but act — and for the right ! [12 Sin Sntiocation to t^e &ea Peace, justice, liberty, are aye in sight! Stand heart to heart, O Saxons ! Fondly stand ! Yours is the sea, and so shall be the land If ye but deal with it as right decrees, Harkening to every whisper of the breeze Of destiny that murmurs liberty ! If this may be, Ah then shall follow such a century As poets build of song without avail, Or prophets from their Sinais vainly see, A century that Christ would come to hail Out of the gloom of far Gethsemane ! 13] SL (IZllantiertt'^ &om0 ot tit &ea AN OCEAN LULLABY. Our ship is a cradle on ocean's blue billow ; Rest, little spirit, your head on your pillow! Dream of the dolphin that leaps from the water. Dream of the flying-fish, dear little daughter ; Dream of the tropic-bird, lone in his flight, — Where is he sleeping, I wonder, tonight? Dark is the water with white crests of foam ; Sleep, little mermaid, the sea is your home ! Stars in the heavens are twinkling past number ; Waters are whispering slumber, love, slumber ; Waves are a-murmuring sleep, dearest, sleep! — And the little one slumbers in peace on the deep. Sing away wavelets and sigh away low, Winds of the tropics about us may blow ; Baby is sleeping and mother is singing And the peace of the evening about us is winging. Sleep, little mermaid, as onward we roam. The ship is your cradle, the sea is your home. [14 a ^antimt*0 &om^ ot tfie &ea A SONG OF BERING SEA. The wolf-wind howls from the. tundra cold, Nu da, dusha Marya, pray for me ! The ice pack grinds round the Pribilofs bold As we steer our kotch for the open sea. A mug of kvass to my love I quaff, Nu da, dusha Marya, th' sky is black ! The big red-beaked epatkas laugh, And the arres cackle round Unimak! Here Glottoff sailed with Drusenin, Nu da, dusha Marya, the snow-mists whirl Where the Aleut rolls in his boat of skin! But my heart is warmed by my Ayan girl I 15] Si manritttt*0 ^om^ ot tit &ea PULL THE LINE HOME. The refrain of this is adapted from the well-known chanty, " Blow the Man Down," O we'll pull the line home, bullies, pull the line home, Way, hey, pull the line home. From Frisco across the wide ocean we roam, Give us some time to pull the line home. It was near Yokohama we struck a typhoon ; The royal sheets went by the board mighty soon, The sails flapped to shreds as we bent to the gab. While the skipper called, "Lively, boys, clew the main-sail I" O we'll pull the line home, bullies, pull the line home, Give us some time to pull the line home. We wallowed around in the trough of the sea. The waves slashed about us, and dripping were we; [i6 i^ull tSe JLim ^onxt One slammed full upon us with terrible thump, And the mate shouted loud, "Starboard watch to the pump !" O zve'll pull the line home, bullies, pull the line home, Give us some time to pull the line home. We pumped with a will, sir, not one of us quit Tho' sheet-chains were snapped and the fore-mast was split; When the typhoon was on us we stood it like men. But we'll not go to sea, bullies, will we again ! O zve'll pull the line home, bullies, pull and way hey! Belay there, you lubbers, belay there! Belay! 17] Si mmhmf0 feionffsf ot tfie &ea STORM ALONG.* Storm Along was a good old man, Aye, aye, aye, Mr. Storm Along! His ship upon the shoals he ran. And the wind sang loud his funeral song, — Aye, aye, aye, Mr. Storm Along! All night the good ship pounded there ; The wild seas swept the rigging bare. The rude rocks pierced her starboard beam. The waters rushed thro' many a seam, — Aye, aye, aye, Mr. Storm Along! "We're lost !" the skipper cried. "Avast !" No boat could live in such a blast. The night was wild, the seas leaped high, And the wind rushed out of an inky sky. Aye, aye, aye, Mr. Storm Along! * "Aye, aye, aye, Mr. Storm Along" is a favorite deep-water chanty. The sailors improvise many of the verses, making them refer to the incidents of the voyage. The song as here given is original save for the refrain. [i8 Si manrimf0 &om0 ot tje &ea When morning broke and the red sun rose, A black hulk told of the sailors' woes ; For the waves swept over it full and free, And it rolled like a coffin down into the sea,— Aye, aye, aye, Mr. Storm Along! ROUGH WEATHER CHANTY. With a brace and a tug and a haul away ho, With a shout and a song together. We pull on the halyards and up the sails go In double-reefed main-top-s'l weather. CHORUS. For it's sing and be jolly boys, let the winds blow. We'll not lose a stick or a patch of a sail, And don't you forget it, there's one trick we know, And that's how to sing in the teeth of a gale ! Salt horse and dry biscuit is very good fare. But a can of good rum is better. So plunge along, lunge along, only take care Those top~s'ls don't get any wetter. 19] Si manr\tttf0 &om0 oe tfie &ea CHORUS. For it's sing and be jolly boys, let the winds blow, We'll not lose a stick or a patch of a sail, And don't you forget it, there's one trick we know, And that's how to sing in the teeth of a gale ! CLEANING SHIP. Down on your knees, boys, holy-stone the decks. Rub 'em down, scrub 'em down, stiffen out your necks, For we're gettin' near t' home, lads, gettin' near t' home. With a good stiff breeze and a wake o' shining foam. Up on th' masts, boys, scrape 'em white an' clean. Tar th' ropes an' paint th' rails an' stripe her sides with green, For we're gettin' near t' home, lads, gettin' near t' home. With a good stiff breeze an' a wake o' shining foam ! [20 Si mamtut*0 &om0 ot tSe &ta JACK ON SHORE. O the sailor's home is the ocean blue, Heigh ho for the storm on the raging sea ! And the fun of the shore he'll sadly rue As he clambers aloft when the winds blow free CHORUS. For it's whisky and rum all day, my boys, It's brandy and gin all night ; But whoever you be, your jolly good spree Must end with the morning light. Beware, beware of the boarding-house man (There are sharks a-shore as well as at sea) He'll get all you have, and more if he can. And ship you to China before you are free ; CHORUS. For it's whisky and rum all day, me boys. It's brandy and gin all night ; 21] ja dfllanlrmt'jES Song^ ot tje &ea But whoever you be, your jolly good spree Must end with the morning light. Did you ever get shanghaied on some dark street With a whack on the head from a rubber club, And wake in your berth stowed away so neat In the f o'k'sl-head of a leaking tub ? CHORUS. For it's whisky and rum all day, me boys. It's brandy and gin all night ; But whoever you be, your jolly good spree Must end with the morning light. [22 Si amantietet*0 &ottff0 ot tjt &ea HOMEWARD HO. Pile on the sail, skipper, Let the breezes blow; Ten knots, twelve knots, — That's the way to go! O ! rattle out your reef lines, Loo5ren all your clews; Haul upon the halyards For we'll never, never, lose! The Viking is a clipper, stanch. So spread aloft your sail! Set the royals, fore and main,— We'll lean before the gale ! O ! rattle out your reef lines, Loosen all your clews; Haul upon the halyards For we'll never, never, lose! 23] Set the stun'sl booms, boys, Bend the stun'sls fast ; Let them flap until they fill And belly to the blast ! O ! rattle out your reef lines. Loosen all your clews ; Haul upon the halyards For we'll never, never, lose! Betsy is the bonny girl I long again to see, — Lash ahead, slash ahead, Tumble through the sea! O ! rattle out your reef lines. Loosen all your clews ; Haul upon the halyards For we'll never, never, lose! [24 Si Wantietet'0 &ong0 of tit &ea DOWN IN THE DOLDRUMS DOWN. O a crusty Yankee skipper Sailed a crack three-skysail clipper, Trim as any ship at sea; Rakish rigged and fast was she! Down, down in the doldrums down! He had tacked around the Horn Under topsa'ls split and torn ; Through the trades he scudded fast, But he came to grief at last, Down, down in the doldrums dozvn! It was hot beneath the sun, Melted pitch began to run. And the decks they scorched your feet In the sun's infernal heat, Down, down in the doldrums down! There were clouds of burnished brass O'er the heaving sea of glass, 25] SL Wanr^tttf^ ^om0 ot t^e &ea While with groaning and with creaking Lurched the cHpper, strained and leaking, Down, down in the doldrums down! Off the port bow hung a squall — "Down your jib and stays'ls haul! Skys'l halyards now ! Stand by ! Lower your fore and mizzen sky!" Down, down in the doldrums down! Off to wind'ard hangs the cloud. Claps of thunder rattle loud; Nearer sweeps the black commotion, Churning frothy-white the ocean ! Down, down in the doldrums down! Whew, but what a smashing gale! "Call all hands to shorten sail ! Brace the yards ! We've got to tack ! Quick or we'll be caught aback !" Down, down in the doldrums down! [26 2Dotott, SDotott m t^e 2DolDrum0 2DDton O the lightning has no pity, And the wind it pipes a ditty As it rips her sails to tatters, While the rain upon her clatters, Down, down in the doldrums down! How she lurched and canted over! Decks awash, the wild wind drove her. Crack! her mizzen topmast crashed, While the waves about her lashed, Down, down in the doldrums down! Loud that crusty skipper cursed When the squall had done its worst ! Roundly at his crew he swore, Stranded on a coral shore! Down, down in the doldrums down! 27] Si manntttf0 feonff^ ot tfie &ea BLACK SAILORS' CHANTY. Yo ho, ma hahties, da's a hurricane a-brewin', Fo' de cook he hasn't nuffin fo' de sailah-men a-stewin', — He am skulkin' in his bunk, am dat niggah of a cook, An' his chaowdah 'm in de ocean while de pot am on de hook. Yo can chaw a chunk o' hahd-tack mos' as tendah as a brick, But d'aint no smokin' possum when de cook am lyin' sick. Ah remembah in de cane-fiel' we hed pone-cakes eb'ry day; Slack yo line a bit ma hahties ! — pull away ! pull away! An' Ah 'low Ah'm feelin' homesick, jes' t' men- tion ob ma honey, — [28 Blacft feailoriei* CSantp She's a libbin' at de cabin an' she's out o' clo'es an money. While we chaw a chunk o' hahd-tack mos' as tendah as a brick, But d'aint no smokin' possum while de cook am lyin' sick. O ma po' neglected Liza an* her piccaninny Jo, Ah's ben roamin' sence Ah left her case Ah wanted fo' to go! Ah's ben hustlin' roun' de islands, navigatin' all de sea, While ma honey specs a hungry shark done stuff hisself wid me. While we chaw a chunk o' hahd-tack mos' as tendah as a brick, But d'aint no smokin' possum while de cook am lyin' sick. 29] Si mmtitttt*0 &0nQ:0 ot tje &ea HAUL AWAY JOE. O Oi WU2 a loafin' lubber but bedad I learned to wurrk Whin Oi loighted out o* County Corrk along wid Paddy Burrke. We stowed abarrd a coaster an* her skipper wuz a brick ; Begorrah if yez didn't moind, he*d boost yez wid a kick I Away, haal away, haal away Joel Th' pigs wuz lane in County Corrk, th' men all starrved on taties, But Oi shipped upon a Yankee barrk, and better, faith, me fate is! Och Oi hed an Irish darlint, but she ghrew so fat an* lazy Thet Oi bounced her fur a Yankee gurrl, an' surre but she's a daisy! Azvay, haal away, haal away Joel [30 l^aul Si'mav 31oe O since Oi lift auld Ireland OiVe poaked thro' miny plaices, OiVe wurrked me way, Oi've arrned me pay at haalin' shates an' braces; On farrin' shorres Oi've sot me oye on gurrls iv iv'ry nasliin, Me Yankee g^rrl hes ne'er a mate throughoat th' woid creashin. Azuay, had away, haal away Joe! 31] Si mmr^ttet*0 &om0 ot tit &ea SOUTH AUSTRALIA. Our bark for South Australia sails And on we ride through trades and gales ; Heave away, haul away! In South Australia I was reared, And in its bush I grew my beard ; Heave away, haul away! I love its horses and its men, I love its wattles in the glen ; Heave away, haul away! I've roamed through gum-trees' endless shade, I've herded sheep from glade to glade ; Heave away, haul away! I've mined for gold, I've played for gain. And cruised along the Spanish Main ; Heave away, haul away! [32 &)DUt& SiMttalia South Australia 's wild and free ! 1 had a girl, but she jilted me; Heave away, haul away! She stole my watch and ran away, I'll meet my Kate again some day! Heave away, haul away! For we're bound for South Australia's shore And Kate will greet me as of yore, Heave away, haul away! 33]