Fortune
favours the brave,
Risk has its
rewards
Nothing great
comes to those who wait
With no goal
to work towards
Take it, take
it, take a chance
C’mon, c’mon,
do the dance
Nothing great
comes to those who wait
Take it, take
it, take a chance
Do something
you never expected
Walk the wire
without a net
If you put
your ass on the line and accept it
You’ll
achieve your wild dreams yet
Luck will
help you get there,
but you have
to roll the dice
Making chance
work for you
and playing
it cool as ice
Bligh was put
aboard a boat
With 18
honest men
His feat was
so much greater
Than the
treason of Fletcher Christian
He undertook
an open boat voyage
Said to be
legend or more
Three
thousand six hundred nautical miles
From Tahiti
to East Timor
Fortune
favours the brave,
Risk has its
rewards
Nothing great
comes to those who wait
With no goal
to work towards
Take it, take
it, take a chance
C’mon, c’mon,
do the dance
Nothing great
comes to those who wait
Take it, take
it, take a chance
Josh Slocum
was a downeaster
Born in
Canada, a Yankee by trade
He rebuilt an
old wreck called the Spray
And off into
history he sailed
He sailed around
the world on his own
He sprinkled
tacks on the deck in Chile
Passed Capes
Horn and Good Hope
A feat that
would stand for a century
Fortune
favours the brave,
Risk has its
rewards
Nothing great
comes to those who wait
With no goal
to work towards
Take it, take
it, take a chance
C’mon, c’mon,
do the dance
Nothing great
comes to those who wait
Take it, take
it, take a chance
Stout Cortes
took a flyer
Burned his
ships on the strand
Set off
inland with his horses and men
To conquer a
whole new land
He had 13
horses and 500 men
A creole
mistress and a cannon or two
With this he
conquered the world’s mightiest city
And became a
Marquis too
Fortune
favours the brave,
Risk has its
rewards
Nothing great
comes to those who wait
With no goal
to work towards
Take it, take
it, take a chance
C’mon, c’mon,
do the dance
Nothing great
comes to those that wait
Take it, take
it, take a chance
Nelson at
Trafalgar, in a two knot breeze
Sailed his
ships at the Spanish line
2 hours they
took fire, their sails in rags
He commanded
they bide their time
When they finally
reached the fleet
They tore
holes in ships of the line
They
scattered the Spanish and the French
And ended the
war for a time
Fortune
favours the brave,
Risk has its
rewards
Nothing great
comes to those who wait
With no goal
to work towards
Take it, take
it, take a chance
C’mon, c’mon,
do the dance
Nothing great
comes to those that wait
Take it, take
it, take a chance
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