Mournful indeed is the bell of the buoy br That rolls in the wash of wave and tide. br Some places there are I’ve never been br Though I’ve seen them afar from the sea. br I grieve to think I’ll never know br Those places that my ship passed by. br br The Faeroes when I saw them seemed br A wonderland of mist and promise br With cliffs of cloud that towered beyond br The wavetops of that northern sea br But soon those islands’siren songs br Were lost in the wind and far astern. br br Then on a sunny afternoon br Once in the Skagerrak I saw br The home of Thor, the thunder god, br Slipping away on the starboard beam.