Piracy

The sails billow as they catch the wind
White crested waves put our ship a sway
To portside ye mates and scalawags
The merchant's ship shall be our prey

Fly their country flag the captain yells
So at twilight they can see
We are friends and countrymen
Their fast galleon shall not be put to sea

Ahoy mates and countrymen our captain shouts
Towards what wind does ye's fine ship sail?
To motherland responds the merchant ship
Their captain aft and by the rail

Bring down their country flag
Yells our captain, the old codger
Fire at them a warning shot
And then raise the Jolly Roger

Pistols, cutlass, and boarding axes
The buccaneers are at the ready
Slide the boarding plank and hook the ship
Once the ships are good and steady

The ship is taken without a shot
We loot and plunder all the booty
In small boats we set them out to sea
We drink rum as if'' t our duty

The cook's in galley cooking mutton
Shivers me timbre the take was good
Thar will be feasting and grog tonight
On plates of silver ar' served the food

Doubloons, gold, and pieces of eight
The merchant ship carried them a plenty
We divide the loot and drink more rum
Then we sing our drunken shanty


'Fifteen men on a dead man's chest
 Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
 Drink and the devil had done for the rest
 Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum"

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