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 colours high
Heave ho, thieves and beggars, never say we die.
The Bell has been raised,
From it’s watery grave…
Do you hear it’s sepulchral tone?
We are a call to all,
Pay heed the squall,
And turn your sail toward home!
