Capt'n's Jig

Ayy!
Hoist her up and go afar
Don't give a damn if we'll cross the bar
We're sailing away on this rotten brig
While dancing the Capt'n's jig!

Letters o' grace, letters o' Marque!
Grant me permission to sink that barque!
Name me 'a dog', call me 'a pig'
I'm dancing the Capt'n's jig, aye!

Hoist'em up them scarlet sails
Else you'll be flung by the Cat o' nine tails
Oh hare-brained fools! This isn't a rig
We're dancing the Capt'n's jig

Whimps of the flock
Men of dry land
Whining like children when far off the strand
Throw off yer frock, burn up yer wig
And dance the Capt'n's jig

Ayy!

He's dancing right here yet dancing so far away
(Needless to say!)
His drunken steps are keeping the reefs at bay
(All the way!)
The Capt'n's ode to Terpsichore is plain
(So it's said!)
His cannons keeps his rhythm, their rhythm is his name
(Awoo!)

We do not sing, just ululate
Whilst spending on liquor our puny rent
It doesn't pay off, the check is not big
To dance the Capt'n's jig
Listen here, now listen straight
The crowd be a'waiting, we mustn't wait
Pillage our show, plunder's our gig
We're dancing the Capt'n's jig
Yeah!