He Rode the high seas, the crested waves . . .
He was coming home again, after many, many days.
Always wiping salty water from his eyes. . .
Defending his lovely ship from the plunderers, to their surprise

The oceans was wide and deep . . .But sailing was his life.
He began as a teen, had a lot of experience and strife.
But he loved to sail the ship upon the ocean blue.
It was as close to his heart as his sweetheart true . . .

The giant whales would snort and spray, quite loud.
‘Twas nice to see and he was thankful when the day was under no cloud.
Terns, erne's and sea-gulls’s ever awaits the ships swill
From the ships galley and all about, they’d get their fill.

Many times danger put a frown upon his furrowed brow,
But through dangerous days and nights he made it home somehow.
Through the pirates and the misty sprays that were all awash. 
Upon the prow and stern the salty water came to slosh.

He’d surely be home by mid-night, early sunrise for sure,
Then more clothing, food and supplies, he’d be sure to procure.
Then once again upon the oceans and high seas he’d be . . .
All the beauty and glamour of the sea and stars God put there to see.