The sea with its might they’d gladly fight,
No power on earth could make them fall,
But each brave ship, as it came their turn, gave up the fight (if the story be true);
Gave up the fight, the echoes say;
Ne’er again will they sail so gay.
Relinquished all and sank from view.
It was echoes from the sea, whispering to me;
Echoes floating out into the air.
Stories to me told of gallant ships of old
That are hidden in the mighty ocean there.