Ship ahoy!  Yo-ho!
Sing a song of pirates, sailing o'er the main,
On the trail of treasure-ships from Salvador to Spain,
[Following the glint of gold to Hell and back again,]1
For they're following the Jolly Roger.

Rough, tough sailormen, naked to the waist,
Black and tan and yellow men, lean and evil faced,
Out-at-elbows   gentlemen, dirty and disgraced,
For they're following the Jolly Roger.

Sing a song of pirates, sailing o'er the main,
On the trail of treasure-ships from Salvador to Spain,
*Following the glint of gold to Hell and back again,
For they're following the Jolly Roger.

Swaggering adventurers, with histories to hide,
Jailbirds and water-rats, cruel, shifty-eyed;
Outlaws of the seven seas fighting side by side,
For they're following the Jolly Roger.

Sing a song of pirates, sailing up and down;
Some of them will die by steel, some of them will drown,
Some will grace a gallows-tree in a harbor town,
For they're following the Jolly Roger.
Yo-ho!  Yo-ho!  Yo-ho!