She sailed away on a pirate ship and said she'd be a year, but six of them has pa**ed and she hasn't reappeared.
The papers went searching but her fate was never learnt.
She sent me a letter from Pireus but her ship never returned.
And the waves crash across the rocks that wear away as I look out to the ocean for a sign of "The Caliban".
"The Caliban" was sighted at the rape of Lucretia.
A blind and toothless leper claimed he heard her in Ithaca.
The Gorgons say she pa**ed them on the way to the Trojan War the sayed, "her trasures were big, her crew were fat and they were drunk on ol'ichor".
At the birth of Aphrodite a ship was seen to pose a threat to the j**els that were bestowed upon the Goddess of love and it's d**h.
so the armies of Olympus chased it out to Vrahati, Achilles remembers it's name as being "The Caravan of fear".
Don't go messing with a pirate woman.
Don't go loving no pirate woman.
Don't go marrying a pirate woman cos they love you, and they leave you
- they love you and leave you, that's a pirate woman!
For six years I been piratin' 'cross this filthy ocean mess.
I've k**ed a man for a ten cent piece and I've k**ed a woman for less.
I'm sure that I'll go another six years but I miss my husband so.
I'll blow him a kiss across the seas and hope that he'll know.
At night I lay awaiting, sweating in my bed. For though she's been missing for years I sense that she's not dead.
My heart is cold and weary, my emotions whitered and burned.
She blew me a kiss from the Isle of Crete but her ship never returned.