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☠️⚓ A dark pirate lament of lies, loss, and broken promises on the open sea.

This grim pirate shanty tells the tale of a poor soul who leaves his homeland in search of fortune, only to be press-ganged into pirate wars, fed on hardtack and lies, and paid in scars instead of gold. What begins as a dream of freedom beneath black sails ends in cannon fire, a peg leg, and endless regret.

🌊 From quiet shores and broken love
💀 To black flags, iron law, and roaring broadsides
🪵 A song of survival, sorrow, and the cruel truth of pirate glory

Lyrics:
[Verse 1]
So hush now, me hearties, and hold yer tongue tight,
Draw near by the lantern and listen this night.
By hunger hard driven and coinless was I,
So I turned from me homeland and bade it goodbye.

[Verse 2]
I sold me last cattle, me pigs and me mare,
Left me father’s small plot to the gulls and the air.
And me true love, sweet Bridie, I’ll see her no more,
For I left her at dawn with tears on the shore.

[Chorus]
Oh hear me, lads, take heed of me cry,
To chase golden fortunes on tides passin’ by.
There’s naught on these seas but iron and flame,
And I’d give all me plunder for home just the same.

[Verse 3]
Meself and a hundred crossed ocean and gale,
Dreamin’ of riches and wind in full sail.
But we reached pirate waters where the black banners flew,
And cold iron was pressed in our hands by the crew.

[Verse 4]
“Now fight for the Captain,” the press-gang men roared,
“Take powder and shot, earn yer keep by the sword.”
They promised us shares from the ships we would break,
But they fed us with lies and the devil’s own stake.

[Chorus]
Oh hear me, lads, take heed of me cry,
To chase golden fortunes on tides passin’ by.
There’s naught on these seas but iron and flame,
And I’d give all me plunder for home just the same.

[Verse 5]
The old Admiral swore by his gold-braided coat,
“If ye fall or be maimed, ye’ll be paid, by me oath.”
A broadside roared thunder and tore through me leg,
Now I thump round the deck on a salt-soaked peg.

[Verse 6]
If luck smiles at all, it’s hard tack and thin grog,
Wormy biscuit and rum that could strip paint from a log.
Still me heart drifts homeward through storm and through din,
To green fields and quiet I’ll never sail in.

[Final Chorus]
So hush now, me hearties, let truth rule the wave,
The sea offers glory—but mostly the grave.
They’ll buy ye with rum and they’ll own ye with fear,
While captains grow fat and don’t shed a tear.
By rope, shot, and sorrow, I swear on me soul,
No chest full of silver can make a man whole.
Curse pirate kings, admirals, fortune, and fame—
I’d trade all the seas for me homeland again.