Full Bars

From one to two raised the stakes
And you choose, that there will be no mistakes

From two to three said thee,
And you jumped up, down with glee,
Rose slowly from your knee.

And so comes the fourth,
From the crown came forth,
To sail to the north,
You begin to forget the swarthy.

No need to be wrong,
You are now connected,
To the world that sang this song,
You are now collected,
They now say you belong.