Away by the lands of the Japanee
  Where the paper lanterns glow
And the crews of all the shipping drink
  In the house of Blood Street Joe,
At twilight, when the landward breeze
  Brings up the harbour noise,
And ebb of Yokohama Bay
  Swigs chattering through the buoys,
In Cisco’s Dewdrop Dining Rooms
  They tell the tale anew
Of a hidden sea and a hidden fight,
  When the Baltic ran from the Northern Light
And the Stralsund fought the two.