Joaquin Miller

“ Be - hind him lay the gray A - zores, Be - hind the gates of
2. "My men grow mut'- nous day by day; My men grow ghast-ly
3. They sailed and sailed, as winds might blow, Un - til at last the
4. They sailed, they sailed, then spoke his mate: "This mad sea shows his
5. Then, pale and worn, he kept his deck. And thro' the dark-ness
Her - cu - les; Be - fore him not the ghost of shores. Be -
wan and weak." The stout mate tho't of home ”