For gold and treasure,
that's, me pleasure.
I'll sail the mighty,
open sea.
For treasure and gold,
to fill me hold.
I'll risk the perils,
of the sea.
Many beasts, give many plunder,
I dearly hope that was only thunder.
And not the badgers,
chargeing at me.
Many plunder, comes from many beasts,
Now shut up and take your seats.
As we sail the wild,
and open sea.