Calico Jack

(альбом: Port Royal - 1988)

Up with the roger, the vessel is close
Cannons are loaded the weapons prepared
Set up more sails, the distance grows
They try to escape, but we shan't care, oh! Whoa!

Calico Jack, listen and hear my command
Calico Jack, I lead you to victory
Calico Jack, we shall win in the end
Calico Jack, you may believe what I foresee

Down with the roger, the vessel's too far
It's time for the red flag, no remorse
"Anne and Mary, more rum in my jar"
I need more refreshment before we set course, oh! Whoa!

Changing the course, we must get in touch
Triple afford, he must not escape
Our breath in their neck they feel our grudge
We have to hurry to get them in scrape

Fight

Acrid smell of smoke in the air
White flag's flashing, mainmast breaks
Ears go deaf by my brother's blare
Upper deck is taken over, woo, oh, whoa, woo, oh, whoa

All of sudden a yelling cry
Ports turn open, what a mess
Soldiers get out 'n'comrades die
Desperate fights, we're on the loose, woo, oh, whoa, woo, oh, whoa
Woo, oh, whoa, woo, oh, whoa

"John Rackham
You are charged and found guilty of murder and piracy of the high seas
In the name of Her Majesty you will be taken from this court
And be hung, drawn and quartered
What are your last words, accused?"

"My last words? Ha ha!
Who do you think you are?
What right have you to judge over my destiny?
Take your pompous words and stick'em where the Sun don't shine
I swear we will meet again
Bye"