Our land-bound maids can till their fields
Or fight behind their masters' shields
But a seaman's free to sing and play
Over the seas and far away
Over the seas and over the lane
For Ayrenn, ?Edelhorn? or the Mane
The [bad word] and we obey
Over the seas and far away
sailor lives a happy life
Free of land-bounds' toil and strife
The soil he tills will be his grave
Over the seas and far away
Over the seas and over the lane
For Ayrenn, ?Edelhorn? or the Mane
The [bad word] and we obey
Over the seas and far away
Buck up, ye hearties, I fortell
We turn to port with loot to sell
Our coffers fill with gold today!
Over the seas and far away
Over the seas and over the lane
For Ayrenn, ?Edelhorn? or the Mane
The [bad word] and we obey
Over the seas and far away