Song of the Fishermen (John Greenleaf Whittier)

“Song of the Fishermen” Sheet Music (pdf).
“Song of the Fishermen” Karaoke (midi with lyrics).

Lyrics: John Greenleaf Whittier.
Tune: Gustav Holst.


Hurrah! the seaward breezes
Sweep down the bay amain;
Heave up, my lads, the anchor!
Run up the sail again!
Leave to the lubber landsmen
The railcar and the steed;
The stars of heav’n shall guide us,
The breath of heav’n shall speed.

Now, brothers, for the icebergs
Of frozen Labrador,
Floating spectral in the moonshine,
A long the low, black shore!
Where like snow the gannet’s feathers
On Brador’s rocks are shed,
And the noisy murr are flying,
Like black scuds overhead;
Where in mist the rock is hiding,
And the sharp reef lurks below,
And the white squall smites in summer,
And the autumn tempests blow;
Where, through grey and rolling vapour
From evening unto morn,
A thousand boats are hailing,
Horn answ’ring unto horn.

In the darkness as in daylight,
On the water as on land,
God’s eye is looking on us,
And beneath us is His hand!
Death will find us soon or later,
On the deck or in the cot;
And we cannot meet him better
Than in working out our lot.
Hurrah, hurrah! the west wind
Comes fresh’ning down the bay,
The rising sails are filling,
Give way, my lads, give way!
Leave the coward landsman clinging
To the dull earth, like a weed,—
The stars of heav’n shall guide us,
The breath of heav’n shall speed!


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