The king and his men
stole a queen from her bed
and bound her in her bones
the seas be ours
and by the powers
where we will, we'll roam.

Some men have died
and some are alive
and others sail on the sea
the keys to the grave
and the devil to pay
we sail to fiddlers green

The bell has been raised
from it's watery grave
can you hear it's sepulchral tone
the call to all
lay heed the squall
and turn your sails t'ward home

 [bad word] #39;:
Yo-ho
haul together
hoist the colours high
heave-ho
thieves and beggars
never shall we die