Where There Is a Sea, There Are Pirates

The dawn broke red on the rolling tide,

The gulls wheeled low where the breakers cried.

We raised our sail to the morning's light,

With empty holds and an appetite.

Heave away, lads, hoist the mains!

Wind and thunder, sun and showers!

Where there is a sea, there are pirates!

That's the law of the ocean's powers!

A merchant fat with a belly of gold

Crept through the mist both proud and bold.

She flew her flag so neat and fair,

Not knowing wolves were scenting the air.

Heave away, lads, hoist the mains!

Steel and smoke in the midnight's glare!

Where there is a sea, there are pirates!

Fortune favors the souls who dare!

Some curse our names from shore to shore,

Some toast our health in a tavern's roar.

Kings draw borders upon the land,

But the sea obeys no ruler's hand.

The tide will turn, the winds will veer,

Every sailor knows his fear.

Whether honest, rogue, or privateer's part,

The ocean weighs a sailor's heart.

Heave away, lads, one more time!

Raise your mugs and let bells ring!

Where there is a sea, there are pirates!

As sure as gulls have wings!

So if you spy a distant sail

Riding hard before the gale,

Mind your cargo, mind your charts—

For where there is a sea, there are pirates!