We left our sweethearts and our wives along that pier
"Cheer up" they said, "you'll soon return in half a year"
So we sailed up north to reach the ice, we took full sails
Each boat was manned with guns and rope to hunt that whale.

We know, that we're fighting in this frost on our own
And we'll see no sound or sight of our homes
And our lovers will be waiting there 'til spring
It's a ramble and a race to be king.

Race to be king

Now we've been sailing a league or three 'till we glimpsed that shore
The night was dark and won no hearts so we stayed on board
There fired a shot along our deck and down one side
And it cracked our mast and swept in fast, our bird she cried out ..

.. That we know, that we're fighting in this frost on our own
And we'll see no sound or sight of our homes
And our lovers will be waiting there 'til spring
It's a ramble and a race to be king.

Race to be king.
Race to be king, yeah, yeah.
Race to be king, yeah.
Race to be king.

And we know, that we're fighting in this frost on our own
And we'll see no sound or sight of our homes
And our lovers will be waiting there 'til spring
It's a ramble and a race to be king.

It's a race to be king.
It's a race to be king.
Race to be king.