You’re Swank-bellied nabobs
You’re hen-hearted men
You’re the kind we despise, and forever condemn
your crown’s made of blood,
And your throne’s made of bone,
While we’re free men who answer to none.
Your palaces glitter with silver and gold,
Yet your people are starving outside in the cold.
You preach holy order, but you plunder the poor,
We take to the waves, we are hungry no more.
We are rascals, rascals, rascals and rovers and pirates we are
We’re society’s lowest, we’re outcasts of war
We’re the vermin on rich people’s floor
We (wont) serve no masters
no sermons we keep,
Our church is the storm and our hymn is the deep.
You may hang us for villains, condemn us to die,
But the gallows can’t silence a soul born to fly.
So drink to your titles,
your dukes and your lords,
Your honor is written with blood on your swords.
We’ll drink to our freedom, though short it may last,
For a sailor lives free, though he dies by the mast.
We are rascals, rascals, rascals and rovers and pirates we are
We’re society’s lowest, we’re outcasts of war
We’re the vermin on rich people’s floor
The gallows may claim us,
the hangman may grin,
But the seas are our kingdom, our crime is our kin.
No banner can bind us, no master command,
We rise from the shadows with blood on our hands
We’ll rip down your banners,
we’ll burn down your halls,
Your riches are nothing when tyranny falls.
No king and no kingdom can shackle the sea,
Your power is broken – the waves set us free!
We are rascals, rascals, rascals and rovers and pirates we are
We’re society’s lowest, we’re outcasts of war
We’re the vermin on rich people’s floor
We are rascals, rascals, rascals and rovers and pirates we are
We’re society’s lowest, we’re outcasts of war
We’re the vermin on rich people’s floor