Jolly Roger - Swashbuckle

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 coast