To think of what I need
Beside ye beside me
A sip of tupelo mead
A wide world to ride a sea
With only ye t' heed
Your guiding star abiding
A man of simple needs and deeds
On course to tack and heel
With every mood you feel
Trim sail and come about
Or simply let it out
To hang leg locked and shout
With all the joy of living
In winds of chance with thee
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