Of all that might awaken fear.

When hard-a-port the helm I bring,

Or starboard make a sudden swing,

The Band can rest as free from dread

As if they slept on mossy bed.

I something know about the seas,

I've boxed a compass, if you please,

And so can steer her east or west,

Or north or south, as suits me best.

Without the aid of twinkling stars