Rum, Women, Victory

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