So brace the mizzen sail
We face the raging gale
We're out of port and bound for glory's call

The wind blows sure and smart
The wind awoke my heart
Again I go a-sailin' o'er the sea
To hear the cordage moan
And the straining timbers groan
And see the flying canon lie alee

So brace the mizzen sail
We face the raging gale
We're out of port and bound for glory's call

Oh, sailor of the pleat
It's time to stir the fleet
It's time to man the dingey and the row
It's lay your hand in mine
And it's empty down the wine
Drain a healthy debt before we go

So brace the mizzen sail
We face the raging gale
We're out of port and bound for glory's call
[Instrumental break]

So brace the mizzen sail
We face the raging gale
We're out of port and bound for glory's call

To death, my lads, we sail
It's death that blows the gail
Death that holds a tiller as we ride
For he is the king of all
In the tempest and the squall
Ruler of the ocean wild and wide

So brace the mizzen sail
We face the raging gale
We're out of port and bound for glory's call
So brace the mizzen sail
We face the raging gale
We're out of port and bound for glory's call

To death, my lads, we sail
And it's death that blows the gail
Death that holds a tiller as we ride
For he is the king of all
In the tempest and the squall
And the ruler of the ocean wild and wide
And the ruler of the ocean wild and wide