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Land ho! Quant little trading village ahead

Full stop! If spotted by day we’ll all be surely dead

Open the rum, for moonlight we must wait

Taking the long draft while our covert raid we contemplate

We’ll snuff the guards with poison arrows leaving town for spoil

The death’s head flag will bring their blood to boil

No civilian militia will stop this brazen horde,

After we fatten up our pockets then we’re back aboard!

Our ship means death for thee!

Your faithful town guards, garroted by the saber

Your wooden walls, slapped with oil, put to torch

The cannon balls that strike your walls

We took them from your neighbor

That last town over –

They were condemned to burn

These ruthless pirates, filthy criminal raiders

Shackle daughters and your sons for our ranks

The steeple topples, no mercy for crusaders

Pilfer every precious stone, burn the homes,

Then back to the bloody banks!

Heave ho! Back to the open sea

Outrunning a royal fleet

Just as bold a sport as piracy

Now hear the sounds,

Death’s head flying proud,

The ringing cannons carry our message loud:

To the next port sporting forth the cross of God

To kill His mates, loves His ladies,

And depose His fraud!

And dead ye all shall be!