There be a hurricane
upon the horizon blows,
and salted by a foggy sigh
a pirate's patched eye knows.

That daring sails make a tale
in search of treasures afar,
but warning too a flagging muse
and so shall you part.

It is the rain of torrential fear
that will chill you to the bone,
oh, Black Beard of the seven seas
twas heard his ghastly moan.

And rightly with this cue
wandering few with a compass know,
the starry light a guide of night
will always map a way home.