Feet fixed firm on windswept headland

Far above the raging sea

Lord of all the stormy deeps

The wealth of ages at his knee

Protects and nurtures navigators

Raiders bold who loot and plunder

Giving strength to hold at bay

The tallest wave, the savage thunder

Then, to bring them home again

Safe to revel in their fame

With tales of valour, harsh and virile

Treasures taken in Gods' names

Crab pots stacked, fat diesel straining

At the white and foam-flecked wave

Echo sounding, seaman rounding

Dark mull skirts a watery grave

Which calls to lure brave navigators

Who venture far from harbour home

Burning with that lust of feisty

Fisher-folk who live to roam