Race to Be King

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 whaleWe know, that we're fighting

In this frost on our own

And we'll see no sound

Or sight of our homesAnd our lovers will be

Waiting there till spring

It's a ramble and a race to be king

Race to be kingNow 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 boardThere fired a shot along our deck

And down one side

And it cracked our mast and swept in fast

Our bird she cried out