The life of a brigand, out on the sea,
Flying along, totally free.
The wind at your back, the smell of the salt,
Your world is rushing and never will halt.
Swing in on a rope with a blade in your hand,
You'll be damned before your feet touch down upon land!
You let out a cry and a few good "yo ho's!"
Strike fear in the hearts of those you oppose.
Pillage, loot and plunder,
The sound of your boots on the timbers like thunder.
You'll naught surrender 'til your dieing day,
When some say "impossible!" you reply "nay!"
You fight and you slice, and you thrust and hack,
Take what you can and give nothin' back!