True is the tale that I tell of my travels,
Sing of my sea-faring sorrows and woes;
Hunger and hardship’s heaviest burdens,
Tempest and terrible toil of the deep,
5Daily I’ve borne on the deck of my boat.
Fearful the welter of waves that encompassed me,
Watching at night on the narrow bow,
As she drove by the rocks, and drenched me with spray.
Fast to the deck my feet were frozen,
6910Gripped by the cold, while care’s hot surges
My heart o’erwhelmed, and hunger’s pangs
Sapped the strenghth of my sea-weary spirit.