A capital ship for an ocean trip was the Walopping Window Blind.

No breeze that blew dismayed her crew or troubled the captain's mind

The man at the wheel was made to feel contempt for the strongest blow

Though it oft appeared, when the gale had cleared, he'd been sick in his bunk below.

It's blow you wind hi-ho Asailing we will go We'll stay no maore on England's shore So let the music play

We're off on the morning train To cross the raging main I'm off to my love with a boxing glove Ten thousand miles away.

There's more (of course)