Come now lads,
Should we release our souls unto despair
for mere crash and mist?
Yea! Many a poor boy hath harken upon the sea and cried doom,
Banish such weakness lads!
Today will not be your last,
Least it will not be mine!Boys will tell tales of the patriarch,
Who sought not to beat back the harsh night,
But lay into the waves as seasoned sailor
And thrived

Might your acts lend inspiration to legend?
Might that tree spread roots across the centuries,
and not wither in the yard?

Know the strength of fathers great and mighty;
be lead to glorious triumph!