Pain of hunger's growing stronger
The wages are gone, can't wait no longer
I have to sign on under every flag
If I want to live, I have to [bad word] 
Engaged, I hit the sea
Never thought of mutiny
The work is hard, the pay is low
We're treated bad, our anger grows

The waterbarrels going bad
Daily a sailor dies by [bad word] Whip cracks pain's their holy law
If they're going too far this means war

Stand up and fight

seaman disobeys a law
The whip cracks, flowing gore
He gets a hundered cuts, one too much
His death feeds our [bad word] 
With grinning looks we precede
Revenge for the ones who'd bleed
Encircling [bad word] who killed
Their eyes show fear, they're thrilled