Luff her to, lie to, ever turn and trim her, Shun the lights that falsely glimmer On the way, on the way, on the rough, rolling way. Fling the flag aloft, Stars and Stripes adorning, Hail your chief, and hail the morning, Sail away, sail away, sail the safe Union way. Cho.— The ropes, all, reef and right her, all the way, the way, For fear the way, some dim grey day to wrecking rocks betiding; The way, the way, to wrecking rocks betiding, The way, the way, to wrecking rocks betiding. Then ye lads and lassies, though right jolly, Scan the sky and cheer no folly, Lest the way, lest the way, be a wrong ruling way. Fling the flag aloft, Stars and Stripes adorning, Hail your chief, and hail the morning, Sail away, sail away, sail the safe Union way. Cho.— For master man seek duly, for man, for man, Who staunch will stand on sea or land, thro' wind and wave unruly: Hurrahl our land! from Maine to "Pascagoula;" Hurrah, hooray! our land—we'll serve it truly. Break of Day. (Pat's Pick, page 81.) 3 Sharp» Early in the morning just at break of day, Hear the merry robin sing his matin lay; Hopping lightly, singing sweetly, Ever singing sweetly at the break of day. Early in the morning from the hillside fair, Merry bells are ringing on the fragrant air. Merry bells are ringing clearly, Merry bells are ringing on the fragrant air Early in the morning just at break of day, To the dewy meadows let us haste away; Tripping lightly, laughing gaily, To the dewy meadows let us haste away.