Seafarer, sail the wavy trails,
Be there squalls of hails
Or be bergs of fails
Stand persistent to sails.

Seafarer, waves mean to stop,
But your sails dream a voyage
Don’t let the waves mark a stop
Have a voyage throughout age.

Seafarer, travel around n admire,
The beauty of an all new desire
Be the companion to marines
In the lap of baltic serene.