By Europe’s coastlines,
The dusty islands, of the honey sweet,
Hot baked and swathed in golden sun.
The Xebec, fast strong and nimble,
A ship to sail to great unknowns,
The crew, sweat strong and swarthy,
Hardened men to dreaming greenhorns.
Into the night they packed the bounty,
Filled to the gunnel’s a pirates treat,
Exotic spices and gifts of trinkets,
Blinding rum and salted meat
The crew aboard are primed for voyage,
The Captain’s calls, our journey’s begun
We’re fast and ready to outrun trouble,
On our quest to new kingdoms.
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