Here you will find the Poem A Valediction of poet John Masefield
We're bound for blue water where the great winds blow, It's time to get the tacks aboard, time for us to go; The crowd's at the capstan and the tune's in the shout, 'A long pull, a strong pull, and warp the hooker out .' The bow-wash is eddying, spreading from the bows, Aloft and loose the topsails and some one give a rouse; A salt-Atlantic chanty shall be music to the dead, 'A long pull, a strong pull, and the yard to the masthead .' Shrilly squeal the running sheaves, the weather-gear strains, Such a clatter of chain-sheets, the devil's in the chains; Over us the bright stars, under us the drowned, 'A long pull, a strong pull, and we're outward bound .' Yonder, round and ruddy, is the mellow old moon, The red-funnelled tug has gone, and now, sonny, soon We'll be clear of the Channel, so watch how you steer, 'Ease her when she pitches, and so-long, my dear .'
