Full many a stormy sky shall frown
Ere the sailor lads come home.
2.
We’ll chase the U-boats from the sea—
They shall no more a danger be,
And he who sails the ocean clear
With us to guide need have no fear.
We’re bold marines who dearly love to fight
While o’er us floats our starry banner bright.
They may do Sailor’s Hornpipe if desired.