Of clinch and rivet and pine,

Of a bull's-hide sail we can carry to the last

Of a well-built ship like mine.

Never mind the Runes on the bending tree

Or the charms on the tiller that I hold,

Trust to your hands and the Makers of the Sea,

To the gods of the Viking bold!

Thor of the Hammer—

King of the Warriors,

We are not thralls here