Calling the Winds

THERE'S no wind along these seas,

Out oars 'cross Catazar!

Forward all 'cross Catazar!

So we must wake the white-ash breeze,

Let fall 'cross Catazar!

A long pull 'cross Catazar!

Oh, feel the benches creak and bite!

(Out oars 'cross Catazar!)

She thinks she smells the Feroz spice!

(A long pull 'cross Catazar!)

She thinks she hears the Freeborn call,

(Out oars 'cross Catazar!)

And she's as glad as we to haul,

(A long pull 'cross Catazar!)

She knows she hears the Freeborn chime,

(Out oars 'cross Catazar!)

In the brave bright nights of winter-time,

(A long pull 'cross Catazar!)

She wants to be at her home pier,

(Out oars 'cross Catazar!)

To shift her sails and standing gear,

(A long pull 'cross Catazar!)

She wants to be in her home-shed,

(Out oars 'cross Catazar!)

To strip herself and go to bed,

(A long pull 'cross Catazar!)

Her very bolts are sick for shore,

(Out oars 'cross Catazar!)

And we - we want it ten times more,

(A long pull 'cross Catazar!)

So all Spring's Lords who love to sail,

(Out oars 'cross Catazar!)

Send us again a three-reef gale,

(A long pull 'cross Catazar!)

Send us a gale, and watch us come,

(Out oars 'cross Catazar!)

With close-cropped canvas slashing home,

(A long pull 'cross Catazar!)

But - there's no wind on all these seas,

(Out oars 'cross Catazar!)

So we must wake the white-ash breeze,

(A long pull 'cross Catazar!)