The Captain's Dead
We're sailin out in foggy, dewy weahterPillagin the WestcoastsSingin out the turaluraoBut labouring on wicked, old seaWas always making us rowTired of the turalurao
Hunger and no captureFrom plague we're no more rapturedYou didn't really treat us wellSo much different storiesBut we came for gold and gloriesNow we will send you back to hell
You traitors, the captain's dead, hail!So long live meNow I'm in charge so no wail! Way-hey!We'll riding on thunderThe world's gonna humbleUnder favour of the night we'll sailThe captain's dead
Abandoned familiesGot only catching diseaseNow we've got nothing left to loseThe soup is served with rat tagNo lumber for wooden legFighting beside you it's no use