Up in the crows-nest Bloody Bob said
"My friends are in prison and enemies dead,
Jack Tar, he wants me, my booty is lost
And the sharp northern gales
have me covered in frost."

A pirates life is hard and cruel,
Fighting the sea and eating foul gruel.
Hated by all and hunted by some,
Living on hardtack, gristle and rum.

"Still and all," Bloody Bob said,
"it's the pirate's life to which I'm wed,
The sea's me mother and the wind's me dad
And I work real hard at being real bad"

A pirates life is hard and free
Dreaming of treasure and living at sea,
It starts with dreams and kegs of hope
And finishes dangling high from a rope.

"I've seen it all," Bloody Bob summed up,
As he took a swig of grog from his cup,
"and there's nothing I would rather be,
Than a pirate sailing fast and free.