The jolly roger dances bold high upon the mast
When winds blow, and cannons roar, all hands hold fast
Tis not only, of pirates bold, that live for the raging sea,
But syrens, sailors, spirits, and all those, who deisre to be free
Here's one to all the mermaids, pretty as a gypsy girl
Here's to sailors who climb aloft, the riggin' for to furl
Here's to spirits, the ancient ones, of grace and beauty
And Here's to all the pirates bold, very much like me