Countless years ago while lost in barren seas There whispered murmurs of a bloody mutiny We took up arms and slayed the officers of rank And with swords drawn made the captain walk the plank

My friends I stand before you To tell a truth most dire They lust a treator in our mist Who hath invoked the captain's ire He don't deserve no mercy We ought to shoot him with a gun But I am n

Many moons ago, in a faraway land We met an old man with a hook for a hand He showed us a map that lead to treasures untold He said, "I'll give ye the map, if ye give me some gold" For