“Yes aa’v seen yor bonny lad,

Twas on the sea aa spied him.

His grave it is green but not wi’ grass

And thou’lt never lie aside him”

 “Ma Bonny Lad”, Kathleen Ferrier. 

“There is a rapture on the lonely shore,   There is society where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar…….

Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean–roll!   Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; Man marks the earth with ruin–his control Stops with the shore; upon the watery plain ……..

He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknelled, uncoffined, and unknown “.  

Byron, “Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage”.