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.