Had we ere this not faced the snow
When winter nights were dark and drear?
Had we not braved the Storm-king’s glee
When winds were shrill and waves were high,
Been battered by a raging sea
And swung below a ragged sky?
“Oho! Cheer up!” I cried,
“We’ve dared the seas before, my mate,
What matter if ill luck betide?—
Why, we were born to laugh at fate!”