Оригинален текст
There's no earthly way of knowing...
Which direction we are going.
There's no knowing where we're going...
Or which way the wind is blowing.
Is it raining? Is it snowing?
Is a hurricane a-blowing?
Not a speck of light is showing...
So the danger must be growing!!
All the fires of hell are blowing!!
Is the grizzly reaper mowing?
YES!!
The danger must be growing!!
For the rowers keep on rowing...
And they're faces are not showing!!
Set aside, 'cause we are slowing...
(AAAHHH!!!)
Stop the boat.