‘Round the point, then, we would come.
…Unexpected, full of rum.
O’er the rails, now! Slit their throats!
Take their gold, and sink their boats!

Lord, forgive us for the greed
that drives us to this horrid deed.

But now ‘tis done, so we must rest,
and stash the booty in a chest.
We’ll drink more rum, and sport a grin,
…then head out ‘round the point again.