There’s wondrous wealth to man unknown
At the bottom of the sea,
Where stately ships on Neptune’s throne
Are rotting where the sun ne’er shone
In silent grandeur there alone,
At the bottom of the sea.
Mermaids dwell in caverns bright,
Jewels unknown flash their light,
And untold gold is hid from sight,
At the bottom of the sea.
Huge anchors lie buried in golden sand,
At the bottom of the sea.
Sunken junks from China’s strand
’Mid old ship’s splendid timbers stand,
Destruction dwells on every hand,
At the bottom of the sea.
Sightless fishes swim about
The bleaching bones, and in and out
The skulls of men, once brave, no doubt,
At the bottom of the sea.
The countless thousands sleeping there,
At the bottom of the sea.
The sailor, lover, maiden fair,
Who in the depths her jewels wear,
Now rest in peace without a care,
At the bottom of the sea.
Some are there well sewn in sail;
Ancient warriors clad in mail;
But one returns to tell the tale
of the bottom of the sea.
The diver, a mortal, like those that sleep
At the bottom of the sea.
An humble hero of the deep,
In sunken vessels’ hulls doth creep
To wrest the golden treasure heap,
From the bottom of the sea.
In armor, helmet, shoes of lead,
She braves those awful depths of dread,
The living ’mongst the million dead,
At the bottom of the sea.