| Up with the Roger, the vessel is close | 
| Cannons are loaded, the weapons prepared | 
| Set up more sails, the distance grows | 
| They try to escape but we shan’t care | 
| Calico Jack, listen and hear my command | 
| Calico Jack, I lead you to victory | 
| Calico Jack, we shall win in the end | 
| Calico Jack, you may believe what I foresee | 
| Down with the Roger, the vessel’s too far | 
| It’s time for the flag, no remorse | 
| Anne and Mary, more rum in my jar | 
| I need more refreshment before we set course | 
| Changing the course, we must get in touch | 
| Triple afford, he must not escape | 
| Our breath in their neck they feel our grudge | 
| We have to hurry to get them in scrape | 
| Fight | 
| Acrid smell of smoke in the air | 
| White flag’s rising, mainmast breaks | 
| Ears go deaf by my brother’s blare | 
| Upper deck is taken over | 
| All of sudden a yelling cry | 
| Ports turn open, what a mess | 
| Soldiers get out, comrades die | 
| Desperate fights, we’re on the loose | 
| John Rackham, you are charged and found guilty | 
| Of murder and piracy of the high seas | 
| In the name of Her Majesty you will be taken from this court | 
| And be hung, drawn and quartered | 
| What are your last words? | 
| My last words? | 
| Ha ha, who do you think you are? | 
| What right have you to judge over my destiny? | 
| Take your pompous words and stick 'em where the sun don’t shine | 
| I swear we’ll meet again, bye |