The king and his men
Stole the queen from her bed
And bound her in her bones
She was supposed to be their Savior...
The seas be ours
And by the powers
Where we will, we'll roam
But she will be their undoing.
Yo, ho, haul together
Hoist the colors high
Heave ho, thieves, and beggars
Never shall we die
Damned, not by the blood that runs in her veins;
Yo, ho, haul together
Hoist the colors high
Heave ho, thieves, and beggars
But by the hands of the men who raised her.
Never shall we die.
