Of all the ships that sail the seas in navys old and new,
greater are none beneath the sea then submarines so true,
Sing iron and steam and brine good sirs,
With freinds we form a line,
surely we sing of no little thing, in iron and steam and brine...

Of all the ships that sail the seas in navys old and new, greater are none beneath the sea then submarines so true, Sing iron and steam and brine good sirs, With freinds we form a line, surely we sing of no little thing, in iron and steam and brine...