I see a dark sail on the horizon set under a black
  cloud that hides the sun.
    Bring me my broadsword and clear understanding.
  Bring me my cross of gold as a talisman.
  Get up to the roundhouse on the cliff-top standing.
  Take women and children and bed them down.
    Bring me my broadsword and clear understanding.
  Bring me my cross of gold as a talisman.
  Bless with a hard heart those who surround me.
  Bless the women and children who firm our hands.
  Put our backs to the north wind. Hold fast by the river.
  Sweet memories to drive us on for the motherland.