Gangplank

(album: The Legend Of Libertalia - 2014)

Throw 'em in ye sea!
Bring yea, gang plank!
More rum fer you and me,
The way that it should be.

On this ship we settle things according to decree,
And when in doubt of punishment Gangplank it shall be!

Jonathan Taft, tied here to the mast,
Fer swabbing slowly, acting lowly, sailing were its far to shoaly
Jonathan Taft, yer sentence shall be passed
No more grog, on bread n' water rations yea will last.

I promised I'd keep you 'til we reached Gibraltar
But I have grown tired of yer ugly face.
And I'm running low on coin to pay yer maties,
So I have a different verdict fer yer crimes.

Throw 'em in ye sea!
Bring yea, gang plank!
More rum fer you and me,
The way that it should be.

On this ship we settle things according to decree,
And when in doubt of punishment Gangplank it shall be!

Trevor McBain, before us here again,
Accused of stealing, witch-craft healing, playing with our swab-boy's feelings.
Trevor McBain, you shall be detained,
In the brig, you will spend, fourteen days in chains

Let it be known, I hold no grudge against you.
But I'v sorta' taken a liking to yer wife.
Fer quite some time now, I've been waiting fer this moment
Ye needn't worry, I'll treat her with respect!

Throw 'em in ye sea!
Bring yea, gang plank!
More rum fer you and me,
The way that it should be.

On this ship we settle things according to decree,
And when in doubt of punishment Gangplank it shall be!