The waves hit the dock
The clouds hover by
Seagulls in their floak
A fair maiden's cry
A sail being hoisted
A sail of deep black
My clothes being moistened
There's no looking back
With hair in my eyes
And boats at my feet
I sail to where ever
My sore eyes can see
A sword's at my side
In case there's a riot
Because it's every man for themeself
When you are a pirate
