The Life of a Pirate
In Days of Old
Me name be Black Beard the Pirate, and when me sails the Seven Seas,
I be robing and plundering the British Crown, it will bring'um to their knees,
We're hiding and burying me treasures of gold, Now ye may find it if ye can,
Some be on isles in the west, and the coast, out near old Savannah land.
On me right side is a saber sharp and on the other, a musket, me keeps,
Many a good man has felt my hand, and now in their graves, they sleeps.
Old Jolly Roger flies high from a mast, now he was a good friend of mine,
He joined his shipmate, old Davey Jones, to patrol, down in the salty brine.
A three-masted schooner, me spies in the mist, way out on the ocean wide,
Now lads load cannon and stand ye guard, for from us, they shall not hide.
Well bless me soul, it's the Golden Hind, the fairest ship of the royal fleet,
Now draw sabers and hoist the sails, We have his highness' crew to greet.
We fire a few shots across their bow, and as we throws our grappling hooks,
Blasts and shouts, confusion makes, as a crew wears their surprised looks.
Prisoners we makes of all those blokes, and the captain of the ship, as well,
Now with a bounty and holds so full of loot, it's for home, that we set our sail.
Me stands behind the new ship's wheel, while those captives were left behind,
They will learn to live on a sandy shore, till their searchers, them all, shall find,
The sun sets grandly on the golden sea, while a strong wind's breath is sound,
A pirate's life is good on that bounding main, where no finer life can be found.
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