Mariners we Where the hot winds be, Caught in the Doldrums one and all; This is our song When the breeze blows strong From the wooden hatchway cut in the wall:— "Oh! a kus-kus tatty shall be our sail, And in place of the ocean a brimming pail, And the throb of the screw that drives our boat Is the throb of the gay thermantidote; While the surge of the sea in the good ship's wake Is the surge that a two-foot nand may make." Gallant and free Sons of the Sea, Sailing along on the steadiest keel What though the wind Cease? —never mind, We can admonish the 'man at the wheel'. For our brown Tom Bowlings are staunch and true And we'll merrily sail the long months through, With a "juldee kinch" and a "yo heave ho!" Keeping our hot weather "watch below". Dibden may rave Of the wind and the wave— Barring a dust-storm who cares for a squall? Join then our song As the breeze blows strong From the wooden hatchway cut in the wall.