The Rowing Song

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.