Oh! let me be on the stormy sea,
Where darksome clouds arise;
When the waters dash and the lightning flash,
Along the dismal skies;
There I should be so wild and free.
Oh! let me roam, on the ocean wave
Oh! give me a home. PSAS 113.3
Oh! let me be on the stormy sea,
When the tempests madly rave;
Where no voice is heard, save the wild sea bird,
As it skims o’er the foamy wave;
No strife and care would reach me there.
Then let me roam, on the ocean wave
Oh! give me a home. PSAS 113.4
Oh! let me be on the stormy sea,
For there is the home of the brave;
We never fear when danger’s near,
Tossed on the towering wave;
Boldly they sail through wind and gale.
There let me roam, on the ocean wave
Oh! give me a home. PSAS 114.1
Oh! let me be on the stormy sea,
Where the raging billows bound;
Where the roaring surge and mournful dirge
Is ever heard around;
Where the wild winds sigh, as they whistle by.
Oh! there would I roam, on the ocean wave
Oh! give me a home. PSAS 114.2
Oh! let me be on the stormy sea,
Far down in the briny deep;
On corals gay, myriads lay,
In their last silent sleep.
Beneath the wave, a wat’ry grave
They’ve found. No more they’ll roam-
‘Neath ocean’s wave they’ve found a home. PSAS 114.3