A Pirate's Life For Me

All right, laddies

Let’s do this!

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

Solo (van heerden)

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!