Under the Skull n' Bones
Under the patched sails
Under the black flag under the crossbones
Dar she waves defiant of the navy law
With the wind at her mast
Cutting the waves at her keel
A slave ship no more but free to plunder
with 40 guns top her hull -
" To our flagship Queen Ann's Revenge
we'll pull the cork from the ole jar
Till we reach port for life is short
for we say - "Help thyself for God will help ye"
Let's drink to life under the black spot
Swallow up matey to a chug-a-lug of the grog
Til Davy Jones locker to my blue beard and days that be"