Soon you’ll be a dead man… nn nAin’t it great to be a pirate, laddie nTo sail the seas and to end just like your daddy nDraw your cutlass, spark your pistol’s flash pan nSteal gold to spend before you are a dead man…soon you’ll be a dead man. nnWelcome to the ship, you’re now one of the crew nWe’ve lots of fun since we have so much to do nWe’ve sails to mend, and decks for which to swab nA bilge to pump, and lots of other jobs nn nnThere’s lots of ropes, a-ready for the climbing nWe need a nestin’ crow, since our last he went deck divin’ nAnd if you find, in Hell you are a doubter nWe’re always runnin’ short, of monkeys for the powder nn nnDown in the galley, the bread is cooked with raisins nTo hide the maggots, in the flower Cookie’s raisin’ nThe water’s going bad, in the barrels where its keepin’ nThe rum is getting stronger, since the First Mate’s heads been steepin’ nn nnIn every port, the ladies there are waitin’ nTo take the gold, from each man whose loins are achin’ nThen back to sea, to start it all again nOr face the gallows, and become a freer man nn nn…all together…tenor & bass finish with… “for soon you’ll be a dead man.” nnAin’t it great, to be a pirate, Laddie nTo sail the seas, and to hang just like your daddy nDraw your cutlass, spark your pistol’s flash pan nSteal gold to spend, for soon you’ll be a dead man…for soon you’ll be a dead man. nn n n