Pirate's Ballad

Buccaneers and buried gold
Seek ye treasures old.

Peg legs and one eyed
Swabs, brandish yer
Cutless and make ye
the tales of horror
Told.

Buccaneers and buried gold
Seek ye treasures old.

Fallow yer cap'in you land
Lubbin cods,
Down the throat to
The belly of gold
Gaurded by those who
Never grew old.

Buccaneers and buried gold
Seek ye tresures old.

"Midnight 'til one belongs
To the dead!" Cries yer
First mate, shall ye
Turn back or stay and be
Damned? It may be too late,
For you've reached the end
Of the map, here there be
Monsters to make.

Buccaneers and buried gold
Seek ye treasures old.

Return to yer home, thy
Masted ship and sing
Ye songs,
"Sixteen men on a dead man's
Chest, yo ho ho and a bottle
Of rum..."
Make ye heads turn numb,
Weigh anchor and drink up
Me hardies, drink up
And make Port Royal yours.

Buccaneers and buried gold
Seek ye treasures old.