We were nothing more than gallows-meat,
A motlier crew you were ne'er to meet,
Yey call us ye pirates, but free men we be,
We long for ye adventure we live for, y'see?
Blades o' fortune we was, desperados to sea,
Seafaring men in ye Brotherhood, we,
Ye sweet trade we live for, f'ye game we may die,
About a free ship we sail ‘n a free flag we fly.
No bunters on board, we've no need of ye scum,
Instead we drink silly on gunpowder rum,
It deadens ye loins but it fires up ye brain,
We drank Hangman's Blood, lots, t' deaden ye pain.
For ye grog ad ye broad piece we maraud along,
Best pray you hear not ye wanderers' song,
They'll hang me at low tide if ever I'm got,
If first they can avoid me blunderbuss shot.



This is one good rap.
Sounds like mighty strong drink.
I'm sure from the looks of it you'll enjoy your time here Pirate!














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