Under skull and bones to always be alone
A k**er storm might break or do the gallows wait
To never see your home always you will roam
To die on some far shore worse than the lowest who*e
Skull and crossed bones
On each port you call the lowest of them all
Get syphilis for sure with each one of these who*es
Then out you go again till d**h becomes a friend
You rob and steal and maim until you get the same