I never liked the landsman's life,
The earth is aye the same;
Give me the ocean for my dower,
My vessel for my hame.
Give me the fields that no man ploughs,
The farm that pays no fee:
Give me the bonnie fish, that glance
So gladly through the sea.
When life's last sun goes feebly down
And death comes to our door,
When all the world's a dream to us,
We'll go to sea no more.