What should one do when darkens the sky
When in the horizon enemies' sails arise?
What should one do when there is a need
To fool the approaching death, to do a hero's deed?
We rule the Seven Seas!
Swords high for our Queen!
Shout for what we live:
Rum, women, victory!
Shout for what we live:
Rum, women, victory!
What should one do when the answer's not there
On the highest mountain, or the deepest sea bed?
What should one do if not fully alive?
Face looming death with a grin and the nectar of courage
We rule the Seven Seas!
Swords high for our Queen!
Shout for what we live:
Rum, women, victory!
Shout for what we live:
Rum, women, victory!
We rule the Seven Seas!
Swords high for our Queen!
Shout for what we live:
Rum, women, victory!
Shout for what we live:
Rum, women, victory!