My grandfather used to sing this one to us as we rowed him around the cove; it's obviously not a traditional sailor song.

ROWING SONG
(late 19th century song by unknown author from the singing of William Zorach; tune unknown)

Chorus:

Dip, boys, dip the oars,
Bid farewell to the dusky shores;
Freedom ours shall be,
As we cross the deep blue sea.

The zephyrs woo the spray, me boys;
Their laughter fills the air;
We'll bid them wake (?) our song, me boys,
And steal away our care. (CHO)