Bring it A board!
Down from the crow's nest
Sail Ho! Came the cry
Where Away? Yelled the Captain
Three Points t' larboard came the reply
Cabin Boy! Bring me my Glass
So's I can see
What ship's on yon waters
And who's flag she may be
Riding down in the trough
Rising up on the swell
Peering through dawn's yet young light
At last he could tell
Galleon of the treasure fleet!
and storm battered she was
with her main and her mizzen mast
Snapped off like straws
Lines, shrouds, sheets and spars
Lay afoul off er starboard beam
The Captain's face took a wicked smile
and his eye an evil gleam
First mate pipe me quarters!
Boswain! Crowd on more sail!
By afore noon we will catch her
Cries for mercy we will not avail
He stood on the poop deck
Glaring down at the crew
Battle hardened sea thieves all
They knew what to do
Capt. met each eye, each one by one
Each nodded his oath
Both elder and young
This was their vote
No use for the tongue
The Captain pulled out his pistol
With which he pointed and roared
there be your Gold me pretty boys
Bring it aboard.
Poem by Ian Xel Lungold