My dearest Wench,
My thirst for gold I must quench
A pirate I am
To sail the seas, to plunder and pilage
All but to return to your village
Seeking gold and fame
Adventures all the world the same
and you, my fair dame
I will plunder big and plunder small
But you plunder my heart and I do fall
In the end more than gold I love you
deep
For who could not love so fair a sheep?