Good evening, loved one, love dearest o’mine 
Don’t shiver, don’t shudder, ere morning is nigh 
I’ll tell, yes I’ll tell of my direful Fate 
That met me in the waters of Magellan’s strait

I say to thee, loved one, my tattered soul 
Has wandered hither on the gloomiest road 
I’ve strayed on so many a lonesome path 
‘cause fate does not dither to send upon men her wrath

No, God seldom alters his plans, our fate 
we all have to linger, we all have to wait 
and death roams the waters of Magellan’s strait

The Pious’s prayer’s redeeming his soul 
when the labourous crossings are heavy to thole 
we were aiming for Rio when Neptune’s wrath [bad word] 
the tempest was sudden, thus ended my luck

The Mizzen went first by a splintering roar 
The ship was a-shivering from [bad word] deck to fore 
I prayed to the Virgin, to the mother of God 
“If rich men are to live, why can’t thou save my life? Save me poor sod.”

No, God seldom alters his plans, our fate 
we all have to linger, we all have to wait 
and death roams the waters of Magellan’s strait

As we tumbled thar through the Strait 
I was [bad word] by a loose-cutted crate 
Then I fell in the sea by a spate (yes, by a spate)

Don’t mourn for me, loved one, no reason to cry 
I wandered the oceans, in shadows I lie 
Thou wilt go in life on, the sea be my grave 
My requiem solemly sung by the thunderous wave

No, God seldom alters his plans, our fate 
we all have to linger, we all have to wait 
and death roams the waters of Magellan’s strait