It was a long winter Det var en lang vinter, men til slutt blei det vår But finally spring came og alle mennene på skutå hadde fest And all the men on the ship threw a party Ja, det var tungrodde netter og en masse blod og svette There were hard rowed nights Styrmannen jobbde som en hest And a lot of blood and sweat Han var en mager, liten raring som var svolten på erfaring, men rasjonane var stort sett vann og brod Han stod ved roret heile dagen, hadde veddemål med Skagen om raskaste veien til Capp Horn Dekk bord
The mate worked as hard as a horse Når det var rolig på havet, me sko ha fri i frå kavet, He was a skinny little oddball satte alle seg ner og spelte kort Who was hungry for experience Styrmannen delte mens resten av oss spelte But the food was mostly water and grain og pengane skifta eigar ganske fort He stood by the helm all day Carlos var fortvilte mens mangen andre smilte Had a bet with Skagen De sa; "me loppe Carlos for alt han har!" On the fastest route to Cape Horn Og seinare når dommen falt hadde Carlos mista alt Det var fordi han samla kun på spar
Yeah, Set the Table Ro, ro heim til Transylvania Gløm nå personalia og andre trivialia Dekk bord, send et telegram til Victoria for snart komme me fram
When the ocean was calm Victoria, dekk bord! We were free from the struggle Everybody sat down to play cards The mate dealt And the rest were playing The money changed hands quite fast
Carlos was in despair Et par mann hadde me mista. Carlos var den siste While many others smiled Det skjedde når me låg til land i Marseilles And said "Let's rob Carlos of all he's got!" Han tapte en drikkekonkurranse mot Den Belgiske Sjimpansen And when it all was over, Carlos had lost everything og nå seile han ikkje meir Because he collected only spades I Hong Kong var det kaos, me gjekk på skjær utfor Laos Me trudde aldri me kom levande derifrå Så kom en innfødt stamme ut og trudde skipet vårt var Gud og slepte oss ut på åpent hav
Row, row, home to Transylvania Ro, ro heim til Transylvania Forget all personalia and other trivialites Gløm nå personalia og andre trivialia Set the Table, send a telegram to Victoria Dekk bord, send et telegram til Victoria 'Cause soon we'll be coming home for snart komme me fram
A couple of men were lost Ja, me synge Carlos was the last one Ro, ro heim til Transylvania It happened when we were docked in the Marseilles Gløm nå personalia og andre trivialia He lost a drinking competition with the Belgian Chimpanzee Dekk bord, send et telegram til Victoria And now, he sails no more for snart komme me fram
In Hong Kong there was chaos Victoria, dekk bord! We stranded on the shores of Laos We thought we'd never get out of there alive Suddenly, a native tribe appeared They thought our ship was our God And released us into the open sea
Row, row, home to Transylvania Forget all personalia and other trivialities Set the table, send a telegram to Victoria 'Cause soon we'll be coming home