Brisk are the winds that blow on the seas. Raise now the sails and cast out upon the white waves into the deep blue sea. Look lively and trim the jib, pull back on the wheel and set the rudder true. Remember the last night and the dark hair maiden that stole your heart and a few coins from your purse. Hold fast as we break forth into the unknown. Looking to a star to guide us, off we go for fortune and glory. Farewell to our native home and look clear eyed, fasten the anchor tight. It will be a long journey and many a lonely night before we see dark haired maidens or drink good ale again.