I don’t just want to go sailing, you see,
I want the sea to swallow me whole,
Sinkin’ beneath the roaring waves, relentless, free,
My home is seagull-doves and misty mornings,
Oaker planks and barrels full of wine,
I dread the days we dock at port out of fear I’ll die upon the barren lands,
The pirate’s life is anything but dull, you see,
We’ve got everything in the hold that you need,
From rotten smokes to rum,
A pirate never cries for the life he’s left behind,
The sea wraps her hands around his chest,
And whispers to him, “My love, come back.”
Even if she don’t mean it, the pirate can’t resist her,
He only weeps when he’s kept at bay for more than one night’s stand,
A lassie in a little white gown does the best she possibly can,
But we never last more than 30 minutes before we dream of going home,
I love the sea like I love my women,
Mysterious and strong,
The pirate mourns for the deep blue waters,
God forbid he’s kept from her for too long,
Or someone on the shore might just lose an eye or their sawdust front tooth,
Until the laddies lower the sails,
I’m afraid that no man, woman or child is safe,
Hide the animals too,
Lord knows we grow hungry with insanity,
And once we break away from the shore,
Our taste for the sea grows forevermore,
For the chains we wear,
We’ve put on ourselves,
A pirate belongs to the sea and no one else.