Joy, Shipmate, Joy!

JOY, SHIPMATE, JOY!

JOY, shipmate, joy! (Pleas'd to my soul at death I cry,) Our life is closed, our life begins, The long, long anchorage we leave, The ship is clear at last, she leaps! She swiftly courses from the shore, Joy, shipmate, joy.

Part of the cluster SONGS OF PARTING.