Men
In sixteen hundred seven
We sail the open sea
For glory, God, and gold
And The [bad word] 
For the New World is like heaven
And we'll all be rich and free
Or so we have been told
By The [bad word] 
For glory, God and gold
And The [bad word] 
On the beaches of Virginny
There's diamonds like debris
There's silver rivers flow
And gold you pick right off a tree

With a nugget for my Winnie
And another one for me
And all the rest'll go
To The [bad word] It's glory, God and gold
And The [bad word]