Each ship of us sails.
Up, up with the anchor,
Round, round for the harbour mouth!
Wind boys and a spanker,
Racing due south.

"Men, when you go rocking,
Out under the angry gale,
Wives' hearts begin knocking,
Lasses turn pale.
Oh, why start a-fishing
Far, far and across the foam?
Give way to our wishing;
Stay, stay at home!"
"Now, but for King Herring,
What 'ood you be wearing,
How 'ood you be faring
How keep ye warm?
Lest loaves should be failing,
Lest children for want take harm,
Men still will go sailing
Out into the storm."

Then men, since it must be,
Then men, since it must be so,
Christ, Christ shall our trust be,
When the winds blow.
Once when He was sleeping,
"Save Lord!" the disciples cried,
"Wild waters are leaping