Oh some are fond of red wine, and some are fond of white, And some are all for dancing by the pale moonlight: But rum alone's the tipple, and the heart's delight
With a hi hi ho and a hi hi hey We're bound to be close to the sea Our captain will stand on the bridge and sing Pirates are all we can be With a hi hi ho and a hi hi hey We're hoisting the flag to be free We will steal the show Jolly Rogers, go
They murder coldly and detachedly Whatever comes across their path They throttle gullets as relaxedly As fling a rope up to the mast. At wakes they fall upon the liquor Then stagger overboard and drown While the remainder give a snigger
Yar, har, fiddle-de-dee Being a Pirate is all right to be Do what you want 'cause a Pirate is free You are a Pirate!
And those buccaneers drown their sins in rum The Devil himself would have to call 'em scum Every man a board would've killed his mate For a bag of guineas or a piece of eight A piece of eight A piece of eight