On up the sea slant, 
On up the horizon, 
The ship limps.

The bone of her nose fog-gray, 
The heart of her sea-strong, 
She came a long way, 
She goes a long way.

On up the sea slant, 
On up the horizon, 
She limps sea-strong, fog-gray

She is a green-lit night gray. 
She comes and goes in sea-fog. 
Up the horizon slant she limps.