Out of the depths of flowing streets,
Water unchecked and winds that whip,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable ship.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is hooded, but unbowed.
Beneath my cloak and glee and grin
Looms but the vengeance of my mom,
And yet the threat of discipline
Finds and shall find me brave and calm.
It matters not the time nor date,
Or if my foe be troll or dragon,
I am the master of my fate:
I am captain of my wagon.