Josing Fjord: The Capture of the ‘Altmark'
Eastward we sailed from the Falkland Isles
And Westward to the Plate;
We searched the waves for a ship of slaves
With a ceaseless, burning hate.
South from the Caribbean -
Northward the white wakes scored,
And the set of the sun brought vengeance
At night in the Josing Fjord.
Yonder she lay. The prison-ship-
The Norsemen had let her go,
A floating hell on the night-tide's swell,
With Britons locked below.
And thirty men on the Cossack
Waited the word to board -
From the hidden lights of London
To the stars in Josing Fjord.