(Ho, hoist, ho)
(Ho, hoist, ho)
(Ho, hoist, ho)
Walking over the storms
Running through the wave and the wind
Chasing the white schooners
It's us, those on the forecastle
It's us who are the corsairs
Brigands just like our fathers were res
Ho, hoist and ho, mercy
To hold us at the end of a rope
First we will have to be caught
First we will have to be approached
Ho, hoist, ho, black flag
Ho, hoist, ho, high flag
As long as the wind pushes the frigate
There's a good time for pirates
As long as the sea is below
It's the privateer who holds the right end
Ho, hoist, ho, black flag
Ho, hoist, ho, high flag
Too bad for your mother's eyes
Too bad for the queen and the king
So much the better if you become a privateer
Jesus was an outlaw
br/>Come and frequent the stars
Sleep in the belly of the sails
Ho, hoist and ho, mercy
To hold us at the end of a rope
We'll have to be caught first
We'll have to be tackled first
Ho, hoist, ho, black flag
Ho, hoist, ho, high flag
As long as the wind pushes the frigate
There's a good time for pirates
As long as the sea is below
It's the privateer who holds the good end
Ho, hoist, ho, black flag
Ho, hoist, ho, high flag

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