Crashing through the waves,
\nWhen the wind is howling, Drifting along on the calm blue sea,
\nWhen the sun shines brightly.
\nFish leaping out of the cold salty water,
\nThe chill of the breeze in my face,
\nI can smell the salt tingling in my nose, The shivers down my spine are cold.
\nHeave and haul the ropes,
\nSweep the decks, Never stop,
\nMy last look at land.<\/p>\n
Falmouth is disappearing, Pendennis is shrinking, Land has nearly gone,
\nGoodbye Cornwall.<\/p>\n
By Reilly McCormick<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Crashing through the waves, When the wind is howling, Drifting along on the calm blue sea, When the sun shines brightly. Fish leaping out of the cold salty water, The chill of the breeze in my face, I can smell the salt tingling in my nose, The shivers down my spine are cold. Heave and […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_is_tweetstorm":false,"jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true},"categories":[10],"tags":[51,364,365,47,325,362],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"yoast_head":"\n