In the merry month of June from me home I started
Left the girls of Amarr nearly broken hearted
Saluted Ronne dear, kissed me darling Meta
Drank a pint of beer, me grief and tears to settle
Then off to reap the core, leave where I was born
Fit a stout Tempest to banish Crows and Gilas,
A brand new pair of guns, rattlin' o'er the warp
Frightenin' all the corps on the rocky road to Jita

One two three four five
Hunt the Hawk and turn her down the rocky road
And all the way to Jita, Whack fol lol le rah!