The Dying Sailor To His Shipmates

Oh, wrap me in my country's flag
And lay me in the cold blue sea
And let the roaring of the waves
My solemn requiem be

And I shall sleep a pleasant sleep
While storms above their vigils keep

My Captain brave shall read for me
The service of the silent dead
And, yea, shall lower me in the waves
When all the prayers are said

And I will find my long long home
Among the billows and the foam
Farewell, my friends, for many a league
We've sailed together on the deep

Come, let us shake hands, I'll sail no more
But shipmates wear for weep

I'm bound above, my course is run
I near the port, my voyage is done