Chorus
O swift Phoenician ship of Sidon, dear to the surging waves, mother of the oar, leader of the lovely dancing
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of dolphins, when the sea is clear of breezes and Ocean's gray-green daughter, spirit of calm, says these words: “Spread your sails
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to the sea-breezes, as you go on your way, grasp your oars of pine, oh! sailors, sailors, speeding Helen on her way to the shore with good harbor, where once Perseus lived.”.