Tekst piosenki 'A Pirate's Life For Me' wykonawcy Strident

All right, laddies
Let’s do this!

I once sailed with a buccaneer, who knew a preacher’s daughter
A master of the of the sorts of things, her father never taught her

One night when we pulled into port, I found her standing free
And asked would she be open, to spend the night with me
We drank, and we danced, until the cock sounded its call
Then she took me to her boudoir, and we danced a little more
She beggared me to stay behind, but oh, that could not be
A young lass may be pretty, but my mistress is the sea
Woh

Hi-dee- dee, and a fiddle-dee- di, sing and let the colors fly
Hi-dee- dee, and a fiddle-dee- dum, crack the case and pour the rum
Hi-dee- dee, and a fiddle-dee- do, the open sea is all I know
Hi-dee- dee, and a fiddle-dee- day

A pirate’s life for me, hey!

Once sailing on the north sea, we spied a lonesome galley
Begging to be plundered, with a cargo full of spanish gold
Sailing swift we signalled them, “surrender, or we board!”
They answered with a warning shot, like many fools before

We pulled up to their broadside, with blunderbuss and cannons roaring
Brief and bloody was the fight, but soon we had our spoils
We gathered the surviving fools, the blaggards begged for mercy
But davy jones’ locker was the last they’d ever see

Woh

Hi-dee- dee, and a fiddle-dee- di, sing and let the colors fly
Hi-dee- dee, and a fiddle-dee- dum, crack the case and pour the rum
Hi-dee- dee, and a fiddle-dee- do, the open sea is all I know
Hi-dee- dee, and a fiddle-dee- day

A pirate’s life for me, hey!

Hoist up the skull and crossbones
Dominion we claim, from sea to shining sea
Pirates are we, the last of the free
So hoist up your flagons high!

Some fools worship gold, some fools hope for heaven
Some fools bargain deals with the devil
But pirates are free, we’re the dogs of the sea
We’re the masters of every horizon

So raise your sails high, ‘tween the sea and the sky
No one will tell us where to go
Our fortunes lie buried, so drink and be merry!
Who knows, what tomorrow may bring

Solo (van heerden)

Hoist up the skull and crossbones
Dominion we claim, from sea to shining sea
Pirates are we, the last of the free
So hoist up your flagons high!

I’d rather sail with a ship of scoundrels
Than scupper my pride, and serve under a king
Pirates are we, the last of the free
So hoist up your flagons high!

Hi-dee- dee, and a fiddle-dee- di, sing and let the colors fly
Hi-dee- dee, and a fiddle-dee- dum, crack the case and pour the rum
Hi-dee- dee, and a fiddle-dee- do, the open sea is all I know
Hi-dee- dee, and a fiddle-dee- day, a pirate’s life for me, hey!