Pirate Song (Live)

Pirate Song (Live) - Alestorm

Though you see me now

The mere ghost of a man

I once had the heart of a lion

Commanding my ship

Between many a shore

The ol' Jolly Roger a-flyin'

Mine was a name that put fear into men

And regret into plenty o' lasses

Lo how I wish I could take back those days

As I stare at these empty beer glasses

I think of the times past when I had it all

I toyed with men's wives and their daughters

And in my pursuit of this ill-gotten wealth

I stabbed and I slashed and I slaughtered

And for what (HEY )

The men that I've fought

Are matched by the number

Of women I've bought

And for what (HEY )

I've killed and I've shot

And reddened the cold tears

Of children with blood

And if I could go back and

Make my amends

I'd make all those mistakes again

And kill every last one of those

Bastards my friend

My ship was the last sight

That many would see

As we narrowed the gap with our quarry

Sound of the cannons and splintering wood

Did herald our pass into glory

We seized all the bounty

And scuppered the ship

Our hearts hadn't time for no wounded

I took my share and the crew got the rest

And on into port we did bound it

Life has many pleasures and we had our fill

Of food and of wenches and beer

When we tired of the port

Or had drunken it dry

The time to set sail had come near

And for what (HEY )

We heed no law

The other man suffers

So we can have more

And for what (HEY )

We lived every day

The noose of the hangman

A hairsbreadth away

And if I could go back

And make my amends

I'd make all those mistakes again

And kill every last one of

Those bastards my friend

Oh I have seen wonders

You never have dreamed

And taken my fair share I must say

Holds full of booty I happily seized

From crews who would not see a new day

Spanish gold came and went

And gemstones were sold

And I knew more lay on the horizon

Yet the beer was too good

And gals were too sweet

And now in my old age it's gone

These memories were bought

With the lives of good men

A price that I paid without scruple

So many so suffered so I could get drunk

And swagger from brothel to brothel

Now for what (HEY )

It's been many years

The screams of the vanquished

Still ring in my ears

But for what (HEY )

I've blood on my hands

I wait for my place in the halls of the damned

And if I could go back and make my amends

I'd make all those mistakes again

I'd kill every last one of

Those bastards my friends