I must go down to the sea again, 



To the lonely sea and the sky, 



And all I ask is an oil rig, an echo-sounder, 



Some drill pipe, a license to explore. 



Some straw bales, 



And a slick to steer 'em by, 



— with apologies to John Masiefield.^ 



1 Gordon R. S. Hawkins, "Science and Political Will at Sea." International Journal 

 (Autumn 1970), page 704. 



