I once sailed with a buccaneer, who knew a preacher’s daughter A master of the of the sorts of things, her father never taught her
One night when we pulled into port, I found her standing free And asked would she be open, to spend the night with me We drank, and we danced, until the cock sounded its call Then she took me to her boudoir, and we danced a little more She beggared me to stay behind, but oh, that could not be A young lass may be pretty, but my mistress is the sea Woh,
Hi-dee- dee, and a fiddle-dee- di, sing and let the colors fly Hi-dee- dee, and a fiddle-dee- dum, crack the case and pour the rum Hi-dee- dee, and a fiddle-dee- do, the open sea is all I know Hi-dee- dee, and a fiddle-dee- day…
A pirate’s life for me, hey!
Once sailing on the north sea, we spied a lonesome galley Begging to be plundered, with a cargo full of Spanish gold Sailing swift we signalled them, “Surrender, or we board!” They answered with a warning shot, like many fools before
We pulled up to their broadside, with blunderbuss and cannons roaring Brief and bloody was the fight, but soon we had our spoils We gathered the surviving fools, the blaggards begged for mercy But Davy Jones’ locker was the last they’d ever see
Woh,
Hi-dee- dee, and a fiddle-dee- di, sing and let the colors fly Hi-dee- dee, and a fiddle-dee- dum, crack the case and pour the rum Hi-dee- dee, and a fiddle-dee- do, the open sea is all I know Hi-dee- dee, and a fiddle-dee- day…
A pirate’s life for me, hey!
Hoist up the skull and crossbones Dominion we claim, from sea to shining sea Pirates are we, the last of the free So hoist up your flagons high!
Some fools worship gold, some fools hope for heaven Some fools bargain deals with the devil But pirates are free, we’re the dogs of the sea We’re the masters of every horizon
So raise your sails high, ‘tween the sea and the sky No one will tell us where to go Our fortunes lie buried, so drink and be merry! Who knows, what tomorrow may bring…
Hoist up the skull and crossbones Dominion we claim, from sea to shining sea Pirates are we, the last of the free So hoist up your flagons high!
I’d rather sail with a ship of scoundrels Than scupper my pride, and serve under a king Pirates are we, the last of the free So hoist up your flagons high!
Hi-dee- dee, and a fiddle-dee- di, sing and let the colors fly Hi-dee- dee, and a fiddle-dee- dum, crack the case and pour the rum Hi-dee- dee, and a fiddle-dee- do, the open sea is all I know Hi-dee- dee, and a fiddle-dee- day, A pirate’s life for me, hey!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
