Like a ghost on the wind
She comes from the sea
And trembles the foe
So wild and free

With swashbuckling swagger
And a Jolly Roger laugh
She flies the black flag
On a whalebone staff

She has terrifying eyes
And a ring in her ear
And on her sun tanned face
A flippant leer

With a bone-cold glare
And a sneer on her lip
She has coins in hand
And a cutlass on hip

With a thunderous blast
From her cannons' might
She plants fear in the strong
And steals the fight

She takes all that's lost
And turns it to gold
For she's crafty and devious
And frightningly bold

She is dashing and daring,
A fierce buccaneer
Faces of many
Pale when she's near

From ocean to ocean
Her tales are spun
About the queen of the pirates
For in the end she won