A Blessed Sailor Be

It was a good sailor God blessed me be. In me veins be sea salts me heart pumps through. I'le pray me Good Lord shall look after me on dire crossing from port, to seas anew. I'le trade not me fate to no man nor tide in me marrow, sea brine me heart pumps through. Me sheet be made fast to draft leeward side, but this breeze too tight, for me ship to stand yet I'le trade me fate to no man nor tide, not to work a poor shop or plow on land but sail this sea and a good sailor be. This gale be too fat for her sail to stand. A main mast crack, to be an end to me to the bottom me ship and I'le may go but fight this sea and a good sailor be, it is all I've asked and enough to know. It was a good sailor God tends me be so be sea bottom me ship and I'le go, even there me Good Lord looks after me.