With no room to spare,
and only one cargo to bear,
they bore their coxswain into the wind.
If God only knew such grace
as eight men keeping pace
in strength, speed and form.
And with weary bodies beating
and toiling waters seething
reaching closer and closer for the win
these eight men scoffed at death
at life, heaven, hell and all the rest
doing as that for which they were born
So they rowed, the eight divine,
alone into the unknown.