The merchantmen steam in columns In the strictly defined order Carrying vital cargoes forward Fast convoy, eastbound
Guarded fiercely by destroyers And the nimble flower-class corvettes Wayward children of Max Horton Shepherds with the cold hearts
Open! Shipping lanes must be kept open!
Detected! Came boiling our wrath Depth charged! They did stand no chance Sent back! Into their rancid depth Sent back! Into their putrid hell
Always stalked, always watched Never frightened, ever potent Always ready to strike first and To crack U-boats hulls
Make the hunters hunted themselves Hailed by depth charges and shells Hammer nails into their coffins Send their boats straight to bottom Let them die in terror, slowly Let them suffocate!
Deep below scattered bones And screaming skulls Of merchant seamen Lie around their ships' Rusty hulls Torn by torpedoes
Every single night And every single day We make wolves pay dearly For their victims
Every seaman lost And every ship destroyed Only adds to the final price There's no forgiveness
The Atlantic swell, so potent Rolls the ships and helps them forward Through the war and closer to home To the England's shore
The merchantmen steam in columns In the strictly defined order Guarded by the cruel destroyers And the ruthless corvettes
Open! Shipping lanes must be kept open!
Detected! Came boiling our wrath Depth charged! They did stand no chance Sent back! Into their rancid depth Sent back! Into their putrid hellTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
