There's Nothing Like A Ship At Sea

There's nothing like a ship at sea with all her sails full-spread And the ocean thundering backward 'neath her mounting figurehead And the bowsprit plunging starward and the nosing deep again. 'There's nothing like a ship at sea,' sing ho, ye sailormen. Oh, a little wayside tavern is a jolly thing to know Where there's mugs and waiting tables and an open fire a-glow; And it's good to have a song to sing at work as well as play; And it's pleasant to have memories of boyhood's yesterday; And they say a tried companion walking down an endless road Makes the heavy footfall lighter, shares the burden of the load . . . And I see my sweetheart walking with her head held proud and high And I wish that I was with her where the bells ring in the sky . . . But there's nothing like a ship at sea with her sails full-spread And the ocean thundering backward 'neath her mounting figurehead. Oh, it's once you be a sailor you must go to sea again. 'There's nothing like a ship at sea,' sing ho, ye sailormen.