How long beat our hardened hooves under the sun?
Yo-heave-ho! Till the day's work is done.
Where over the earth do we toil for our land?
Yo-heave-ho! Where the waves meet the sand.
What song stirs our labour to raise our voice high?
Yo-heave-ho! It's this song that we cry.
Who are the fortunate blessed of the sea?
My mother, my brother, my sister, and me.
Yo-heave-ho! Till the day's work is done.
Where over the earth do we toil for our land?
Yo-heave-ho! Where the waves meet the sand.
What song stirs our labour to raise our voice high?
Yo-heave-ho! It's this song that we cry.
Who are the fortunate blessed of the sea?
My mother, my brother, my sister, and me.