The spyglass glints, a merchant sails, Her coffers full, her crew in trails. We'll board her swift, with cutlass bright, And seize the treasures of the night!
Yo ho ho, and heave away, We'll plunder fortunes, come what may! The cannons roar, the timbers crack, No turning back, no turning back!
Her cargo's ours, her stores we'll claim, From silks and spices, to rubies aflame. Then sink her deep, beneath the waves, And shout our triumph, the pirate saves!
Yo ho ho, and heave away, We'll plunder fortunes, come what may! The cannons roar, the timbers crack, No turning back, no turning back!