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There was no freedom aboard his ship

We were his slaves and his bidding we did

He knew no mercy and was quick with the gun

If there was no killing, then a whipping was done.

Most was scared of him but I had noting to lose

Lice, death and blood, fighting and booze;

That what life was like on this pirate ship

Laying in filth with nothing to eat.

He killed so many but more stayed alive

His hate swept through us and made us alight

With fire to kill him, to be strong, to be free,

To unite in murder on the wide open sea.

I swore I will not live my life as slave

And if all will be cowards I alone will be brave

But a few I convinced and bent to my will

And the whispering spread and more came to kill

And when the captain left his cabin that night

We all fell on him with guns and with knives

And he tried to shoot but I stabbed at his head

And we knifed him and shot him and he was dead.

A ship is a deck and a sail and a hull

And a mast and a black flag flying the skull

I serve no master and my past is none

I am a pirate and my will be done

A ship is a deck and a sail and a hull

And a mast and a black flag flying the skull

I serve no master and my past is none

I am a pirate and my will be done