At the Edge of the Water

At the edge of the water

Under pink and rolling skies

We shall sail the great ocean

Till the day we should die

If the weather be kindly

Or ever so severe

We'll rejoice in our freedom

And we'll be of good cheer

We first started voyaging

In the year of '09

We're about to make it twenty

In a fairly short time

And then it will be twenty-one

In the year of '18

For to sail 'round Cape Horn

Has long been our dream

From the bay of Valparaiso

To the coast of Argentine

Through the Strait of Magellan

That we've never seen

We will strive to keep our course straight

And our standards maintain

With our oilskins and our boots

Through the snow, ice, and rain

At the edge of the water

Under pink and rolling skies

We shall sail the great ocean

Till the day we should die

If the weather be kindly

Or ever so severe

We'll rejoice in our freedom

And we'll be of good cheer