Here's a transcription of one of the most ancient sea songs, back to the age of Henry VI (1421-1471) which focuses on the plight of passengers from the sailor's point of view:

Bestowe the boote, Bote-swayne, anon,
That our plygryms may pley thereon;
For som ar lyke to cowgh and grone,
Or hit be full mydnyght.
Hale the bowelyne! Now vere the shete!
Cooke, make redy anoone our mete,
Our plygrymes have no lust to ete,
I pray God give him rest!

Translation:

Tidy up the ship directly, bosun, so that our pilgrims may relax, for some will probably be sick and groaning before midnight; haul on the bowline, slacken the sheet, cook prepare our meal shortly; our pilgrims have no wish to eat, poor things,; I pray God will give them a good night's rest.

From a manuscript in the Trinity College Library, reprinted in MUSIC OF THE SEA, edited by David Proctor, published by National Maritime Museum, London, UK, © 1992, p. 51.

Cheerily,
Charley Noble