The sea was calm, the sky was clear

We cast the ropes from anchored pier

We waved goodbye as we set sail

We promised much, we will not fail

For days, for weeks we headed north

To Arctic seas which was our course

The cold at first creeps slowly in

And then it pounced with an eager grin

The grip of cold grew bow to stern

We hacked at ice, we took our turn

Soon enough we cast our nets

Guessed our catch, placed our bets

Our holds were large and empty tanks

We land our nets, and give our thanks

And after days of hell and sleepless grind

To our bunks for desperate sleep to find

No sooner did we close our eyes

Than our lookout began to loudly cry