The untented Kosmos my abode, I pass, a wilful stranger: My mistress still the open road And the bright eyes of danger.
Attribution disputed; shown as originally published.
The untented Kosmos my abode, I pass, a wilful stranger: My mistress still the open road And the bright eyes of danger.
Attribution disputed; shown as originally published.
Living as a stranger can lead to loneliness and instability.
Wealth I ask not, hope nor love, Nor a friend to know me; All I ask, the heaven above And the road below me.
I will make you brooches and toys for your delight Of bird-song at morning and star-shine at night.
There's just ae thing I cannae bear, An' that's my conscience.
Oh, give me again the rover's life--the joy, the thrill, the whirl! Let me feel thee again, old sea! let me leap into thy saddle once more. I am sick of these …
I can never consent to being dictated to.
A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast, And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant mast. And bends the gallant mast, my boys…