The Epic Tale of O'Toole part 1

Come listen ye, to my tale.
'Tis time the story be told.
It be the tale of Bloody O'Toole,
A pirate true and bold

His ship the Green Dragon, she was feared,
As very well she should be.
Ne'er has a fleeter nor stronger ship,
Ever yet sailed the sea.

He sails out from Port Royal,
and always stays around.
For in those seas, fat prize ships,
Always can be found.

Upon his decks the blood shall be,
Always flowing red.
And in his wake shall ye always find,
Thousands of naval dead.

The Commodore always chased him,
By days and by nights.
But always the wily Cap't O'Toole,
Stayed out of Her Majesty's sights.

His cannon strong and pistols true,
And always his cutlasses swift.
And by the lasses 'twas always said,
That Cap't O'Toole has a gift.

His coffers, always they be filled,
with gold, silver, jewels and silk.
And all his crews, the finest be,
and none of that pirate ilk.

And hear now all ye me hearties,
ye've heard the first part of me tale.
'Tis time to make good upon our deal,
and fill up me mug with ale.