ON THE SEA

Eva Of The Nation

Under the skies of the Southern Cross
The sails are swelling in the breeze,
Where skims the broad-winged albatross
Above the rushing, sparkling seas.
Gaily, dancing, on we go,
O’er the blue waves tinged with creamy foam,
Like mountains capped with dazzling snow,
So far from Erin - far from home!

Through sunny, breezy Capricorn
The sweet airs freshly round us play;
We seek the fair and distant bourne,
Thus dancing onward, wild and gay.
With speed of sea-bird’s pinions light
The good ship hurries through the foam,
As if we swept not in our flight
Far, far from Erin - far from home!


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