Round the world and home
That's the sailor's
Faster faster, faster
There's no earthly way of
Which direction we are
There's no knowing where we're
Or which way the river's
Is it raining, is it
Is a hurricane
Not a speck of light is
So the danger must be
Are the fires of Hell
Is the grisly reaper
Yes, the danger must be
For the rowers keep on
And they're certainly not
Any signs that they are slowing.
