Our land-bound maids can till their fields Or fight behind their masters' shields But a seaman's free to sing and play Over the seas and far away Over the seas and over the lane For Ayrenn, ?Edelhorn? or the Mane The lords command and we obey Over the seas and far away A sailor lives a happy life Free of land-bounds' toil and strife The soil he tills will be his grave Over the seas and far away Over the seas and over the lane For Ayrenn, ?Edelhorn? or the Mane The lords command and we obey Over the seas and far away Buck up, ye hearties, I fortell We turn to port with loot to sell Our coffers fill with gold today! Over the seas and far away Over the seas and over the lane For Ayrenn, ?Edelhorn? or the Mane The lords command and we obey Over the seas and far away