Fortune favours the brave,
Risk has its rewards
Nothing great comes to those who wait
With no dream 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
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 dream 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 dream 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 dream 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
Inched his ships towards the Spanish line
For two 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 dream 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