Far from the laud sea beaches
Where he goes fishing and crying
Here in the inland garden
Why is the sea-gull flying?


Here are no fish to dive for;
Here is the corn and lea;
Here are the green trees rusting
Hie away home to sea!


Fresh is river water
And quiet among the rushes;
This is no home for the sea-gull
But for the rooks and thrushes.


Pity the bird that has wandered
Pity the sailor ashore!
Hurry him home to the ocean,
Let him come here no more!


High on the sea-cliff ledges
The white gulls are trooping and crying,
Here among rooks and roses,
Why is the sea-gull flying?