To the mast nail our flag it is dark as the grave,
death does it bears while we sweep o'er the wave;
Let our deck clear for action, our guns be prepared;
Be the boarding-axe sharpened, the scimitar bared:
Some fight, 'tie for riches some fight, 'tie for fame:
The first I despise, and the last is a name.
I fight, 'tie for vengeance! I love to see flow,
at the stroke of my sabre, the life of my foe.