Allan Taylor - The last of the privateers

In the company of ^Cthieves, I set ^Amout for the ^Dmplunder In search of adventure and ^Ftender in ^Amyears I ^Dmthrew in my lot and was^F cast a^Gsunder And I ^Dmjoined with the ^Clast of the ^Ampriva^Dmteers

Mexican ^Cgold and ^Amrum from Ja^Dmmaica To the isle of Bermuda to ^Fwait out the ^Amyear Then ^Dmsouth round the Horn and the ^FDevil can ^Gtake her It was ^Dmall in a ^Cday for a ^Ampriva^Dmteer

I took no ad^Cvance in ^Ampay or pro^Dmmotion Squandered my share un^Ftil it was ^Amgone I ^Dmanswered to no man, what^Fever his ^Gstation And I ^Dmlived out the ^Cdream to ^Amfollow the ^Dmsun

For those dark-skinned ^Cbeauties, my ^Amheart is still ^Dmyearning With a smile for a rogue, they would ^Fsing us a^Amshore With ^Dmwine and strong liquor and ^Fyoung blood a-^Gburning I would ^Dmgive up a ran^Csom to ^Amsee them once ^Dmmore

I'll ship on^Cboard a ^AmNantucket ^DmTrader And follow the course, which^Fever she ^Amsteers ^DmSouth to the Indies, by ^Fchance to Ber^Gmuda And I'll ^Dmbid fare^Cwell to the ^Ampriva^Dmteers

So be cheery my ^Cfriends, ^Amdon't be down-^Dmhearted Drink a health to the man who ^Fthrows away ^Amcares Lift your ^Dmglass and be merry be^Ffore we are ^Gparted Bid a^Dmdieu to the ^Clast of the ^Ampriva^Dmteers

Strike up a ^Cfiddle, ^Amif you've a ^Dmnotion And lay me down easy ^Funder the ^Amstars Give me ^Dmup to the deep of a ^Fdark rolling ^Gocean Say fare^Dmwell to the ^Clast of the ^Ampriva^Dmteers