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 will roam
Yo ho, haul together
hoist the colour high
heave ho, thieves and beggars
never shall we die
Some men have died and some are alive
and others sail on the sea
with he keys to the cage
and the Devil to pay we lay to Fiddler's Green
The bell has been raised
from its watery grave
do you hear its sepulchral tone
We are a call to all, pay head to the squall
and turn your sail toward home