Row You Old Bugger

[Verse] The wind is howling, the sea’s a roaring beast, We’ve been at it for days, with no sign of peace. The sails are torn, and the sky’s turned gray, But we’ll keep on rowing, there’s no other way. [Chorus 1] Row, you old bugger! I’ll get a grip on the rudder, and steer us into the shore. A storm is brewing, no point in staying here stewing, and see what God has in store. [Verse] Salt in our wounds, and the deck’s slick with brine, We’re chasing horizons, running out of time. With every pull, our muscles ache and burn, Yet forward we press, for safe land we yearn. [Chorus 2] Row, you old bugger! Did you hear me stutter? Will you hear me whisper or roar? Quickly we scutter, I’ll hold on to that rudder, and steer clear of the anger of Thor. [Verse] The night is dark, but our spirits are bright, Together we’ll conquer this perilous plight. With grit and resolve, we’ll face the unknown, For brothers in arms, we are never alone. [Chorus 1] Row, you bugger! I’ll get a grip on the rudder, and steer us into the shore. A storm is brewing, no point in staying here stewing, and see what God has in store. [Verse] The waves may tower, but we shall not fear, With each stroke of oar, the shore draws near. Through trials and tempests, we’ll carve our path, Defying the storm, evading its wrath. [Chorus] Row, you bugger! Did you hear me stutter? Will you hear me whisper or roar? Quickly we scutter, I’ll hold on to that rudder, and steer clear of the anger of Thor. [Bridge] When dawn breaks, and we see the sun’s rise, We’ll remember this night, under stormy skies. With hands on the oars and hearts full of pride, We’ll cherish the journey, and those by our side. [Chorus 1] Row, you bugger! I’ll get a grip on the rudder, and steer us into the shore. A storm is brewing, no point in staying here stewing, and see what God has in store. [Bridge] Row, my brothers, till the storm is past, Hold steady, for the shore’s in sight at last. With strength and courage, we’ll win this fight, And live to tell of this stormy night. [Chorus 2] Row, you bugger! Did you hear me stutter? Will you hear me whisper or roar? Quickly we scutter, I’ll hold on to that rudder, and steer clear of the anger of Thor. [Instrumental outro]