POEM
With sweat and blood and Blackwood pine
We laid her keel and faired her lines
Heave, lads, and let the echoes ring
With her keel tight-caulked she swims right well
Let torrents fall and wild gusts swell
Heave, lads, and let the echoes ring
The tempests howl, the storms dismay
But manly strength can win the day
Heave, lads, and let the echoes ring
For clouds and squalls will soon pass on
And victory lies with work well done
Heave, lads, and let the echoes ring
Hold fast! Survive! And all is well
You've suffered worse, He'll calm this swell
Heave, lads, and let the echoes ring
Satan acts to tire the brain
And by temptation souls are slain
Think, lads, of Christ and echo Him
With fixed resolve we scorn the foe
With virtues armed we pray and row
Think, lads, of Christ and echo Him
The king of virtues vowed a prize
For him who wins, for him who tries
Think, lads, of Christ and echo Him
