

The Sea Hates a Coward | A history of the W.S.S.S We're gonna drink up to forget great carnage of the seas.Īnd in my final battle fought my arm got cut right offĪfter one thousand coins were swiped from a stinkin' bourgeois toff! Hurrah the girls hurrah the fair we moor in the Caribees We only dream of the hunt, for it's no prey means no pay! Your heart lives on dreams of sea, your hands are bloody redįor a lass, or an affront, we'll fight another day

Revelry, addled frenzy, no fear o' hangin' dead

To steal & loot & stab & shoot it's our occupationįor the gold you have to kill - it's no quarter given! Scallywags each 'n every one, at daylight & night fall T'was a sacred gang 'o scum sea farin' pirates all 'll be to hang your neck in noose like a pompous bourgeois! Slay 'em all for the haul or your final hurrah Stand by to board! & then our hoard! will only grow & grow! So Reagan Dougan and the sailor folk Hi Ho! The pirate oath 'll keep us true until judgement day! T'was an illustrious crew aboard the ManchesterĪll buccaneers o' the big blue and captained by SpencerĪ chain o' gold or a wooden leg whatever, come what may The line’s not cut and the whale’s not gone. The line went slack, then tight once more.Īll boats were lost (there were only four) The name of the ship was the Billy of TeaĪll hands to the side, harpooned and fought her
