
Date of issue: 06.02.2020
Song language: English
No Prey, No Pay |
Deadlights fastened, pouches empty |
Brace yourselves we’re heading out |
Show a leg to the caulk stained sentry |
Wet the sails the boom’s about |
Set the course for Mayaguana |
A plate fleet’s moving cross the straight |
Scudos coined in Old Milano |
Pedro’s cog just took the bait |
Chase is on in shallow waters |
Swivels glowing through the smoke |
'Tis might be an even slaughter |
Took a volley through the oak |
Bring a spring upon her cable |
Hunter now becomes the prey |
Broadsides roar with cannons able |
Hooks will take us to the fray |
No quarter, no parley |
No pay without a prey |
Fresh water, fresh barley |
Fine rations to last the day |
No quarter, no parley |
Maynard’s sizing up our chains |
Good sailors, dried gnarly |
End their days in a rusty cage |
Scuppers laying low with silver |
None but dead men tell no tales |
Charon may their souls deliver |
As we cover up our trail |
No more rest on easy booties |
Them old days be now long gone |
The hangman waits to do his duty |
Sail again by the rise of dawn |
Fill them seams with tar soaked oakum |
Fish the mast to make her hold |
Tie and hoist the leadswing’s scrotum |
Oh, hornswogglers don’t grow old |
Hogshead’s full of sailors folly |
Salmagundi and sawbone’s stew |
Crimp some knaves from the house of mollies |
At light of dawn head out anew |
No quarter, no parley |
No pay without a prey |
Fresh water, fresh barley |
Fine rations to last the day |
No quarter, no parley |
Maynard’s sizing up our chains |
Good sailors, dried gnarly |
End their days in a rusty cage |
No quarter, no parley |
No pay without a prey |
Fresh water, fresh barley |
Fine rations to last the day |
No quarter, no parley |
Maynard’s sizing up our chains |
Good sailors, dried gnarly |
End their days in a rusty cage |