You'll die a nasty death (spitting, gargling)

Of the sea, be thrown o'erboard and taken down.

The crashing, breaking, churning, sea of salt,

No aide, no rescue, no Neptune's crown,

Will save you from the danger of the sea.

If you don't heed the warning,

Batten down the hatches, stow away,

First and last, middle and morning.

Use the lanyards, buckles, stow for sea,

As swells increase, heave-to against,

The peaks and troughs, the breaking waves,

They don't recede once commenced.

Thousands of miles the swell does build,

Heave-to, full steam, whatever you must,

Like the fiercest tiger hot on heals,

Runaway, avoid the beast, at all cost.