Our land-bound mates 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, edhelorn or the mane
The lords command and we obey
Over the seas and far away

A 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, edhelorn or the mane
The lords command and we obey
Over the seas and far away

Buck up, ye hearties, I foretell
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, edhelorn or the mane
The lords command and we obey
Over the seas and far away