eas to a lather of glory,
With old Cap'n Storm-along leading 'em all.

_You'll find he's from Devon, the sailor I mean,
Look at his whaler now, shipping it green.
O, Fritz and his "U" boat must crab it and crawl
When old Cap'n Storm-along sails to the ball._

Ay, there is the skipper that knows how to scare 'em.
_Blow the man down, bullies, blow the man down!_
Look at the sea-wives he keeps in his harem,
Wicked young merry-maids, buxom and brown:
There's _Rosalind_, the sea-witch, and _Gipsy_ so lissom,
All dancing like ducks in the teeth of the squall,
With a bright eye for Huns, and a Hotchkiss to kiss 'em;
For old Cap'n Storm-along's lord of 'em all.

_Look at him, battering darkness to light!
Look at the fleet that he leads to the fight!
O, hearts that are mighty, in ships that are small,
Your old Cap'n Storm-along's lord of us all._

THE BIG BLACK TRAWLER

The very best ship that ever I knew,
--_Ah-way O, to me O_--
Was a big black trawler with a deep-sea crew--
_Sing, my bullies, let the bullgine run._

There was one old devil with a broken nose
--_Ah-way O, to me O_--
He was four score years, as I suppose--
_But, sing, my bullies, let the bullgine run._

We was wrecked last March, in a Polar storm
--_Ah-way O, to me O_--
And we asked the old cripple if his feet was warm--
_Sing, my bullies, let the bullgine run._

And the old, old devil (he was ninety at the most)
--_Ah-way O, to me O_--
Roars, "Ay, warm as a lickle piece of toast"--
_So sing, my bullies, let the bullgine run._

"For I soaked my sea-boots and my dungarees
--_Ah-way O, to me O_--
In the good salt water that the Lord don't freeze"--
_Oh, sing, my bullies, let the bullgine run._

NAMESAKES

But where's the brown drifter that went out alone?
--_Roll and go, and fare you well_--
Was her name Peggy Nutten? That name is my own.
_Fare you well, my sailor._
They sang in the dark, "Let her go! Let her go!"
And she sailed to the West, where the broad waters flow;
And the others come back, but ... the bitter winds blow.
_Ah, fare you well, my sailor._

The women, at evening, they wave and they cheer.
--_Roll and go, and fare you well_--
They're waiting to welcome their lads at the pier.
_Fare you well, my sailor._
They're all coming home in the twilight below;
But there's one little boat.... Let her go! Let her go!
She carried my heart, and a heart for the fo