Race To Be King Lyrics - Poor Man's Heaven - Seth Lakeman

We left our sweethearts 

And our wives along that pier 

"Cheer up", they said 

"You'll soon return in half a year" 

So we sailed up north to reach the ice 

We took full sails 

Each boat was manned with guns 

And rope to hunt that whale 

We know, that we're fighting 

In this frost on our own 

And we'll see no sound 

Or sight of our homes 

And our lovers will be 

Waiting there till spring 

It's a ramble and a race to be king 

Race to be king 

Now we've been sailing a league or three 

Till we glimpsed that shore 

The night was dark and won no hearts 

So we stayed on board 

There fired a shot along our deck 

And down one side 

And it cracked our mast and swept in fast 

Our bird she cried out