| Song | The sailor's aria |
| Artist | Sol Invictus |
| Album | The cruellest month |
| Come away, fellow sailors, fellow sailors come away, | |
| Your anchors be weighing. | |
| Time and tide will admit no delaying. | |
| Take a bouzy short leave of your nymphs on the shore, | |
| And Silence their mourning | |
| With vows of returning, | |
| But never intending to visit them more. | |
| No, never intending to visit them more. | |
| No, never, no never, intending to visit them more. |