Round the world and home again
 That's the sailor's way
 Faster faster, faster faster

 There's no earthly way of knowing
 Which direction we are going
 There's no knowing where we're rowing
 Or which way the river's flowing

 Is it raining, is it snowing
 Is a hurricane a-blowing

 Not a speck of light is showing
 So the danger must be growing
 Are the fires of Hell a-glowing
 Is the grisly reaper mowing

 Yes, the danger must be growing
 For the rowers keep on rowing
 And they're certainly not showing
 Any signs that they are slowing