I long to go back to the sea, to hear the syren's wails,
Among the elements that let me be, I would hoist the sails,
Up to where our flag flew, tis here I feel free,
There's nothing but blue, as far as the Eye can see.
I cannot swim, I fear I might drown,
It's just a whim, Water upon my crown,
The salt of the sea, it's in my blood,
What is it to be, I wish I understood.
For I am a Venn from Duncannon.
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