The Last of the Privateers - Allan Taylor/Ian Melrose/Chris Leslie/Hrolfur Vagnsson/Beo Brockhausen/Hans-Joerg Maucksch

In the company of thieves

I set out for the plunder

In search of adventure

And tender in years

I threw in my lot

And was cast asunder

And I joined with the last

Of the privateers

Mexican gold

Rum from jamaica

To the isle of bermuda

To wait out the year

Then south around the horn

And the devil can take her

It was all in a day

For a privateer

I took no advance

In pay or promotion

And squandered my share

Until it was gone

I answered to no man

Whatever his station

And I lived out the dream

To follow the sun

For those dark skinned beauties

My heart is still yearning

With a smile for a rogue

They would sing us ashore

With wine and strong liquor

And young blood a'burning

I would give up a ransom

To see them once more

I'll ship on board

A nantucket trader

And follow the course

Whichever she steers

South to the indies

By chance to bermuda

And I'll bid farewell

To the privateers

So be cheery my friends

Don't be down hearted

Drink a health to the man

Who throws away cares

Lift your glass and be merry

Before we are parted

Bid adieu to the last

Of the privateers

Strike up the fiddle

If you've a notion

And lay me down easy

Under the stars

Give me up to the deep

Of a dark rolling ocean

Say farewell

To the last

Of the privateers