The happy hour is past;
And Hansen he says, “Come away, old Mohn!” boys.
“It is getting late,
And the stars won’t wait,
You and I must up and out alone,” boys.
The doctor here on board has nought to do, boys;
Not a man to test his skill among the crew, boys;
Well may he look blue,
There’s nought for him to do,
When every man is strong and hearty, too, boys.