The watchman slipped too early in my cabin
"Roust the crew; there's something up ahead."
So I slipped into the misty morning
"Bring your swords," I whispered to my men
Hold your head up! Keep your head up!
Hold your sword up! Fight! fight! fight!
When you sleep, keep one eye open
Know your friends but watch them tight!
Through the mists I vaguely saw the ships
A dozen strong; too strong to turn and fight
I saw the coastline where she shouldn't be
Some sailor changed our position in the night
Hold your head up! Keep your head up!
Hold your sword up! Fight! fight! fight!