Hitting the high waves
and jibbing up the sails
cutlass, dispatching knaves
and fools that climb the rails

A scuttle up the mizzen mast
the crow's nest my abode
my lot with crew, so cast
gold and silver in the hold

Kerchief on my neck
wooden, my left leg
swabbing the salt from deck
lust for a ***** named Peg

A patch upon my eye
outhaul lashed to the spar
gazing at the azure sky
as sailing, ever far

Aye Aye captain
onward thru the fog
tossing the cat over the bow
and whiskey, for the dog!