Though my sails be torn and tattered,
and the mast be turned about,
let the night wind chill me
Though the spray might sting my eyes,
and the stars no light provide,
give me just another morn
For I will not lie me down,
No, I will not lie me down in such a storm
And if this night be unblessed,
Until I reach another shore
Though the only water left is
but salt to wound my thirst,
I will drink the rain that falls so
Though night's blindness be my gift,
and there be thieves upon my drift,
I will thank the fog that shelters me along.
For I will not lie me down,
No, I will not lie me down in such a storm
An d if this night be unblessed,
Until I reach another shore
Though my mates be drained and weary,
and it seems their hopes are lost,
there's no need for their bones
on that blackened bottom.
Though death waits just off the bow,
we will not answer to him now.
He shall stand to face the
morning light without us,
For I will not lie me down,
No, I will not lie me down in such a storm
And if this night be unblest,
Until I reach another shore
For I will not lie in this rain of raging,
I will not lie in such a storm.
And if this night be unblessed,
I shall not take my rest,
Until I reach another shore
Un til I reach an other shore
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