The weekend days will soon be here!
No pleasure will I lack!
For as the dawn breaks o'er the sea
I will be there riding the waves so free
At sea in my old Kayak.

Go off on bus, or bike or plane,
With an overstuffed back-pack!
I'd rather be on the ocean's breast,
Hearing the wild gull sing my rest,
At sea in my old Kayak.

For the quiet dip of the skipper's blade
In the predawn waters black
Brings a solitude and a comfort deep
Worth the pain of a badly broken sleep,
Out at sea in my old Kayak.

Heerleysian Oldufferby Lowe
Dumb Songs from Smartmouths
Bodleian Library Publications
London, 1838