I war eith the wind with the waves I wrestle
I must battle with both when the bottom I seek
My strange habitation by surges oer-roofed.
I am strong in the strife while still I remain
As soon as I stirthey are stronger than I
They wrench and they wreat till i run from my foes
What was put in my keeping they carry away.
If my back be not broken I baffle them still
The rocks are my helpers when hard I am pressed
Grimly I grip them. Guess what i'm called.