This way, oh turn your bows, achea's glory, as all the world allows-moor and be merry
Sweet coupled airs we sing, no lonely seafarer holds clear of entering Our green mirror
Pleased by each purling note Like honey Twining From her throat and my throat, Who lies a-pining? Sea rovers here take joy Voyaging onward, As from our song of troy Gray beard and rower-boy Goeth more learned.
All feats on that great field in the long warfare, Dark days in the bright gods willed, wounds you bore there, Argos' old soldiery on troy beach teeming, charmed out of time we see, no life on earth can be hid from our dreaming.
'Friends have we never been in danger before this? More fearsome, is it now, than the Cyclops penned us in his cave? What power he had! Did i not use my wits to find a way out for us? Now i say by hook or crook this peril too shall be something that we remember.