Show BALLAD OF THE battleship I 1 song of the sea the american sailor and the j greyhound of the ocean with stately stride I 1 breast the tide and make tor the open sea with canvas spread I 1 forge ahead to where the sea gulls flee my timbers creak as to speak and voice the joy they feel my strenuous sail w 11 breast the gale secure on steady keel they ve chained me up in the harbor biere and shackled me to the shore L ke a caged whelp I 1 shrieked tor help they taunted me the more through scorching days long weary wais I 1 tossed 1 ke one in ane As bound b bands on al en strands I 1 chafed in bitter pain 01 hard it was to see the ships scud by with spreading sail the pilot boat with snow white throat dance with the boist rous gale the frowning frigates fearsome face loom 1 ke a leopard in full chase whilst I 1 lay rotting in disgrace to eat n heart and rail at last they took me out to sea across the moaning bar I 1 felt the joy of sal ng free beneath the kindling star the land flew by us like a dream green hills and trees wl ere branches gleam Thee rustling boughs whose leaves adli y seem tu speed me from afar and now I 1 plow the murm ting main and head tor home at last a panting b rd my breast is stirred my long ex ie is past my soul has full control and I 1 can wend my way and I 1 can roam from pole to pole and revel in the spray at santiago s wind swept shore I 1 smashed the strength of spain my heart of oak their fury broke and swept them from the main what fierce delight to show my might athen raked with the shot and shell my bulldog pluck oft brought me luck and brought me sate through hell how cool how fresh the breezes blow and fan my frowning face and every reef and rock I 1 know As round the world I 1 chase I 1 lave my sides in the lowing tides and quaff the feathery spray I 1 spurn the waves that fawn as slaves I 1 churn the shark away JAMES E KINSELLA registry D vision chicago |