Privateering
Yon's my privateer see how trim she liesTo every man a lucky hand and to every man a prizeI live to ride the ocean the mighty world aroundTo take a little plunder and to hear the cannon sound
To lay with pretty womento drink Madeira wineto hear the roller's thunder on a shore that isn't mine
Privateering, we will goPrivateering, Yoh! oh! ho!Privateering, we will goYeah! oh! oh! ho!
The people on your man o'war are treated worse than scumI'm no flogging Captain my God I've sailed with someCome with me to Barbary we'll play there up and downNot quite exactly in the service of the Crown
To lay with pretty womento drink Madeira wineto hear the roller's thunder on a shore that isn't mine
Privateering, we will goPrivateering, Yoh! oh! ho!Privateering, we will goYeah! oh! oh! ho!
Look here there's my privateer she's small but she can stingLicensed to take prizes with a letter from the KingI love the streets and taverns of a pretty foreign towntip my hat to the dark eyed ladies as we sally up and down
To lay with pretty womento drink Madeira wineto hear the roller's thunder on a shore that isn't mine
Privateering, we will goPrivateering, Yoh! oh! ho!Privateering, we will goYeah! oh! oh! ho!
Britannia needs her privateers each time she goes to warDeath to all her enemies no prizes matter moreCome with me to Barbary we'll ply there up and downNot quite exactly in the service of the Crown
To lay with pretty womento drink Madeira wineto hear the roller's thunder on a shore that isn't mine
Privateering, we will goPrivateering, Yoh! oh! ho!Privateering, we will goYeah! oh! oh! ho!