Seven sailors from the North
Set their sails for the isle of Rott
Then their heading turns southwest

For adventure and conquest

Seven sailors head southwest as the wind

Fills their sails
On a journey across the North Sea
For adventure and conquest


And the sirens sing from every shear
As the Northern seamen are drawing near

How they sing, how they bring the North men closer in
They approach the ship,
Clinging on its rim


The sirens cling on to their ship
The sailors seem to lose their grip

Enchanted by the sirens' song
Mesmerized they go along


Seven sirens of the North Sea put the
Seamen to their rest
Ended their journey across the North Sea

For adventure and conquest

And the sirens sang from every shear

As the Northern seamen were drawing near
How they sang, how they clang on
To the drowning men

The seven sailors will never return again

Their ship went down

East of the United Kingdom
Now their seven widows weep
The seamen veiled in endless sleep


Come sleep with me,
I'll set you free

Come dream with me
At the bottom of the North Sea