Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song We Are Ye Banished Privateers, artist -Date of issue: 29.06.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
We Are Ye Banished Privateers |
| In a filthy old tavern in the port of Belfast |
| There sat a drunken laddie, he was tall as a scooner’s mast |
| He said «My name is Charles and I am your king |
| An' my royal arse on your ship you shall bring!» |
| Well I said «You sure can swagger, but a king you are not» |
| And if I had that fucker here, I’d sure have him shot! |
| «But I need one more swabber, and we’re leavin' tonight |
| And you’ll find the pay is good, can you sail, can you fight.» |
| We are Ye Banished Privateers |
| We are King Charlie’s rovers, we’re sailors besmeared |
| We are Ye Banished Privateers |
| We’ll be hanged by the neck if near England we steer |
| But Charlie was a weak one, a real worthless prick |
| He threw up all the time 'cause the salt made 'em sick |
| And when we were plundering a rich merchant ship |
| He ran into hiding, trembling his lip |
| But sea legs can grow on the weakest of lads |
| It turned out some talent in fencing I had |
| Once I grew fond of the pirate charade |
| I’d be the first to dive into the fray |
| We are Ye Banished Privateers |
| We are King Charlie’s rovers, we’re sailors besmeared |
| We are Ye Banished Privateers |
| We’ll be hanged by the neck if near England we steer |
| We roamed all over the seven seas |
| We plundered wherever there riches may be |
| From ye coast of Tortuga to ye shores of Cape Horn |
| We looted n' pillaged both poor and well born |
| For each passing year an' each bottle of rum |
| Had Charlie a more vicious pirate become |
| One with the laddies so fearful and great |
| He advanced to the rank of first mate |
| We are Ye Banished Privateers |
| We are King Charlie’s rovers, we’re sailors besmeared |
| We are Ye Banished Privateers |
| We’ll be hanged by the neck if near England we steer |
| But each thing so good, must come to an end |
| And Charlie a letter from England was sent |
| It turned that rascal was truly our king |
| He returned from his exile during the spring |
| I gave them my blessing to rove n' I said |
| «A yearly wager in gold you’ll be paid |
| But back home to England you cannot return |
| For you are the scum of the Earth I have learned!» |
| We are Ye Banished Privateers |
| We are King Charlie’s rovers, we’re sailors besmeared |
| We are Ye Banished Privateers |
| We’ll be hanged by the neck if near England we steer |
| We are Ye Banished Privateers |
| We are King Charlie’s rovers, we’re sailors besmeared |
| We are Ye Banished Privateers |
| We’ll be hanged by the neck if near England we steer |
| We are Ye Banished Privateers |
| We are King Charlie’s rovers, we’re sailors besmeared |
| We are Ye Banished Privateers |
| We’ll be hanged by the neck if near England we steer! |