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