Pirates-JollyRoger

Foreboding like the shadows, The planks are swirled by foam. Our ship sails waving meadows, The crimson tides we roam. Once captured from the redcoats, Our vessel's cannons sing, While merchant-crew's in lifeboats Flee back towards their king. Ben Hornigold's observing, While we depart from shore. No master we are serving, As cutthroats to the core. America we're cruising, The governors must rage. A pirate's life we're choosing, In this, the golden age. The captain robs and slaughters, His beard so black as coal. On Carolina's waters Your cargo is our goal. Three hundred tons of terror Appear with flag up high. Too late you see your erro