The Captain’s daughter © Jesse Chisholm, Joe Chisholm2005

Warm Caribbean winds filled our sails of black

We stole what we could - gave em’ nothin’ back

Pirates were we all, upon the Briney Deep

Pillaging seven seas for all that we could reap

Our ship a mighty vessel- surroundings picturesque

Poetic juxtaposition to our crew so grotesque

Lived the Corsairs code, unyielding and crude

Anyone who broke it - keel-hauled and fish food

My heart was not content to an intolerable degree

For I loved the Cap’ns daughter - fairest maiden of the sea

That’s the reason why I am a Brethren of the Coast

Other mates were lustful went to the whipping post

The captain a fearsome tyrant – scurvy dog at best

Cutlass on his side, musket at his breast

In a seeming lapse of reason, I begged his daughter’s hand

Faced the rum runners wrath - I prepared to take a stand

Yo-ho-ho howled captain with a mighty laugh

A chorus of jeers followed from his motley staff

My heart was not content to an intolerable degree

For I loved the Cap’ns daughter - fairest maiden of the sea

Winds filled our sails; her smile filled me with glee

For I loved the Cap’ns daughter - fairest maiden of the sea

Cap’n said:

“I’ll have your lights and liver if that’ll be the case

I’ll nare give up my daughter. Knave, know your place

Or walk the plank you will if for five year you tread water

Upon my return you can then wed my daughter”

“I love him, too!” cried the maiden, “Poppa Don’t be cruel”

“Blimey,” said the Captain “Then he’ll face me in a duel”

Sabres crossed in combat; to wed that’s what it took

That’s why I now live with a peg leg and a hook

My heart was not content to an intolerable degree

For I loved the Cap’ns daughter - fairest maiden of the sea

Winds filled our sails; her smile filled me with glee

For I loved the Cap’ns daughter - fairest maiden of the sea