"Pieces of eight! Pieces of eight"
Are the only things that can bleach away
This black spot, and keep the deadlights
Off your eyes, ye blasted hornswaggler.
Ay, a hempen halter and chains'll be the
Only things ye'll wear for your wedding
Day with the Lady Catrina. Down a narrow
Wooden aisle ye'll jig at six bells with that
Lass on your arm to stand quakin' before
Jack Ketch. For a wedding feast a taste of the
Cat ye'll have, and a keelhaul for a honeymoon.
Ay, scour the horizon for reales, doubloons,
Escudos, doits, moidores, and sequins.
For only these and George slaying the dragon
Can save your headpiece now.
Affy-Davy!
