hands to yer halyards and batten down the hatches soon we ll be in range to turn that ship to ashes like a game of chess but the ocean s the table i m all in the wind and bring a spring upon her cable tighten yer grip all hands about ship hot chain shot is what we re bout to transmit from our guns to their mizzenmast fire a blast let em know they re outclassed and this day they won t last let our ammunition fly light up the sky don t stand by make the enemy die we fight ship 2 ship equip my clip soon all their sailors gonna take a dip the beats to the starboard the helms to the larboard take are masts forward she s never bein harbored hard over on the wheel prepare to ram shards for their keels their lives be damned clear lashings from the guns set stages for battle we re dashing when we re done bet cages we ll rattle make ready aim steady bos n pipe to quarters stakes heavy wakes deadly rostin wicks on mortars crouch if their cannons shook scout for abandon crooks our with yer graplin hooks shout when yer weight is took now crawl overhaul on the deck where you ll brawl don t stall make em fall comin through like a squall  we re going ship to ship let the musket balls rip our fingertips won t slip from the gat or the hatchet face the facts it s a mother fucking boarding axe you ve got a galleon and i m gonna snatch it gonna start some shit from the stern to the bowsprit cos that s how we roll in her majesty s service tapping ship s biscuits to shake out the rat shit i ve got stabbing fever and you know yer gonna catch it i ll end your career as a buccaneer you live in fear to be sheared by the spears of my privateers clear as the tears you ve been shedding for years get in the beers cos we re here and our victory s near