The Sea Is My Mistress...... Gather round me young lads, pull ye up an empty keg. I’ll tell you of life at sea, of the mistress and the hag. Oh so cruel she’ll steel a young man’s heart away Once he hears her siren call she’ll have her say She’ll shackle his soul to the smell of the salt brine Capture his mind to the lore of foreign women and wine Ask him to sacrifice his very life in a gale of woe When Neptune rolling seas will allow no man to sleep below She’ll make him heed his Captain’s call to risk life and limb To climb the widow maker’s rigging and sing a hymn Ah but on those perfect days when the sky is blue When white sails billow in the wind like they’re meant to do When the sea birds sing to the hum of the shrouds Far from the city smog and the bustling crowds Yes me lads… ‘tis then you will know the kiss of the sea Yes ‘tis only then… you will love her and forever you’ll be The lover of the fair mistress of the blue A sailor of the high seas forever to her true . By: Felix L. Perry