Tigers Of The Sea

Message from the masthead: "Spanish galleon, straight ahead!"

Up the shrouds, hoist all the canvas

It is worth the plunder, coming from down under

Filled with spicery and treasures



Out on the sea, the power is ours

Spitting on order and law of the king

Banished we are, outlawed forever

We never care what tomorrow may bring



Tigers of the sea, chasing the gold of her Royal Majesty

Tigers of the sea, sentenced to death at the black gallows tree



All men to the cannons, let them shiver, make them dance

Casks of ruin for everyone, let's go

When the rigging's falling, boarding party's crawling

Up the rail, we will prevail



We never know the habits and fashion

Of England's and Netherland's nobility

We only know the king is no poor man

A few diamonds less won't make him weep



Tigers of the sea . . .



Gentry, take care of your jewelry

Sire, beware of the tiger

Black pyre, sails on fire



Tigers of the sea . . .