I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea's face, and a grey dawn breaking.

I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull's way and the whale's way, where the wind's like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.
John Masefield

I Mustn't Go Down To The Sea Again

sunken yachtsmen
sinking yards
drunken Scotsmen
drinking hard
every lunatic and his friend
i mustn't go down to the sea again

the ocean drags
its drowning men
emotions flag
me down again
tell tracy babs and gwen
i mustn't go down to the sea again

the rain whips
the promenade
it drips on chips
they turn to lard
i'd send a card if i had a pen
i mustn't go down to the sea again

a string of pearls
from the bingo bar
for a girl
who looks like ringo starr
she's mad about married men
i mustn't go down to the sea again

the clumsy kiss
that ends in tears
how i wish
i wasn't here
tell tony mike and len
i mustn't go down to the sea again

John Cooper Clarke

Sat talking to him on a train from London about thirty years ago. Hadn't a clue who he was then.
Your poem reminded me Jann, no offence meant.........

Brilliant Mons

Love that Monsy:)