What should one do when darkens the sky

When in the horizon enemies' sails arise?

What should one do when there is a need

To fool the approaching death, to do a hero's deed?

We rule the Seven Seas!

Swords high for our Queen!

Shout for what we live:

Rum, women, victory!

Shout for what we live:

Rum, women, victory!

What should one do when the answer's not there

On the highest mountain, or the deepest sea bed?

What should one do if not fully alive?

Face looming death with a grin and the nectar of courage

We rule the Seven Seas!

Swords high for our Queen!

Shout for what we live:

Rum, women, victory!

Shout for what we live:

Rum, women, victory!

We rule the Seven Seas!

Swords high for our Queen!

Shout for what we live:

Rum, women, victory!

Shout for what we live:

Rum, women, victory!