Under the patched sails Under the black flag under the crossbones Dar she waves defiant of the navy law With the wind at her mast Cutting the waves at her keel A slave ship no more but free to plunder with 40 guns top her hull - " To our flagship Queen Ann's Revenge we'll pull the cork from the ole jar Till we reach port for life is short for we say - "Help thyself for God will help ye" Let's drink to life under the black spot Swallow up matey to a chug-a-lug of the grog Til Davy Jones locker to my blue beard and days that be"