The king and his men
stole the queen from her bed,
and bound her in her bones.
The seas be ours, and by the powers;
where we will, we’ll roam.
Yo ho haul together,
hoist the colors high.
Heave ho, thieves and beggars;
never shall we die.
Now some have died, and some are alive;
and others sail on the sea.
With the keys to the cage
and the devil to pay,
we lay to the fiddler’s green.
Yo ho haul together,
hoist the colors high.
Heave ho, thieves and beggars;
never shall we die.
The bell has been raised
from its watery grave,
hear its sepulchral tone.
A call to all; pay heed the squall,
and turn your sails to home.
Yo ho, haul together,
hoist the colors high.
Heave ho, thieves and beggars;
never say we die.
The king and his men
stole the queen from her bed,
and bound her in her bones.
The seas be ours, and by the powers;
where we will; we’ll roam.
