We be the nomads of the sea We fight and pilfer because we are free Sailing through tempests fueled by our greed To obtain thy treasure ‘tis the key
Royal Soldiers should beware Seeing our flag flying through the air Swinging aboard to raid your boat Try to stop us and we’ll slit your throat All townsfolk should heed these words Fear the Jolly Roger!
Grog and booty, they mean the most When we have them, we love to boast But ale and wenches do come close Land Ahoy! In the crow’s nest I spot the coastTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
