Buccaneers Lyrics

I still recall the night I went to sea,
The Press Gang and the crack they gave to me,
No goodbyes, no farewell upon the quay,
No kiss from my sweet family.
Haul away, haul away my boys,
You'll not see ma's again,
Haul away and curse old Captain Jack,
The hardtack and the grubs that live therein.
At first light I with my back against the gun,
Blinked into the sun there to see,
Captain Jack with a sickly jaundiced skin,
Barnacle pax and the foulest grin.

For four long months we sailed the seven seas,
At the mercy of the breeze, no charts have we,
I fear I won't see Portsmouth e'er again,
A Buccaneer am I now to the end.