The Life For Me

Snapping and cracking and whipping we sail. Sneaking and creaking and sinking t' hell. Black flies our banner, black as our souls, Black as a storm dashing ships on the shoals! Fear us and flee us, yea, run if ye can. Or face us and fight us down t' the last man. Black flies our banner, blacker than coal, Black as death's cowl, we'll swallow ye whole! Blasting and bursting and bombing we fire. Bleeding and weeping and wailing yer dire. Black flies our banner, and Roger so jolly Shall be fer yer tombstone, a mark o' yer folly! Yea, we own the water, the wind and the waves. These oceans t' ye shall be watery graves. Black flies our banner, black as our souls, We are the storm dashing ships on the shoals!