These aren't the high seas
They're my seas
It's likely you'll find me inciting some maritime crises
Plunder all the prizes
From the skies to under water
Thunderballing, then I'm back aboard in time for my tea
Tides are dicey
You're dicing with death
Like a diver fighting
To rise for a breath
I'm a tycoon
Taking lives like a typhoon
Hypothesising that you're probably dying quite soon
But at least in the meantime
You can enjoy listening to my tune
It's an assassin sea shanty
So pass the neat brandy
And raise a glass to my see faring vigilantes.

Right, lads
Pack your bags [bad word] aboard
As we hoist the black flag
I sayd
Right, lads
Pack your bags [bad word] aboard
As we hoist the black flag

Look
I'm a canny one
Scourge of the Seven Seas
Sink anyone's galleon
To murder my enemies
Whether he's been stabbed in a back street
Or a vast sea attack by the Black Flag fleet
Kicking people in the ribs
I leap from ship to ship
And clean the deck of crew as if i'm sweeping
Never miss a bit
No need for [bad word] missiles
I wield dual pistols [bad word] this world
From Kingston To Bristol
So you better make headway
For Edward Kenway
Or I'll hit you hard enough
To send you to next Wednsday
I make the hardest seafaring men say:
''Get away from this fellow
If you treasure your gems''
They say that he ranks amongst the most clever
Of the gentleman adventurers
Without measure
He spends half his time looking for exotic treasure
The other half lusting for erotic pleasure

Right, lads
Pack your bags [bad word] aboard
As we hoist the black flag
I sayd
Right, lads
Pack your bags [bad word] aboard
As we hoist the black flag

From England
To Kingston
To New Holland
He's a looting
Shooting
Henry fooking Rollins