Storming the deck with thy mighty swords,

terrorising ladies with thy grimy smile,

raping and pillaging,

‘Ahoy matey, savvy with ye o’ ship,’

climb aboard it’ll be over real quick,

now moore the ropes and scrub ye decks,

there’s here Englishman afoot,

don’t worry, they’ll treat you good,

walk the plank and shut ye gob,

there’s too many fishes wanting you for grub!