Setting ashore at the Gambian island Masqued up and ready to go Nobody knows of the swift cunning plan Merchants they greet with, tho plunderers they meet CHORUS: Drying out the bottles of rum and treasury halls They're drinking and shooting for joy Drying out the bottles of rum and treasury halls Plundered alive by Howell Out of the blue all these merchants revealed Their guns to the guards on the walls The Captain has ordered a bloodless approach The treasures are taken without a sacrifice After a feast with the lord of the keep Trading of slaves will begin Just as decieving as devil himself But mercy was given and nobody died that day