Le chant du pirate

Walking over the storms
Running in the wave and the wind
Chasing the white schooners
That's us, the old salts
We are the privateers
Brigands just like our fathers were

CHORUS:
Hoist and Ho! Mercy!
To hold us at the end of a rope
First, they'll have to catch us
First, they'll have to board us...
Hoist-ho! Black flag!
Hoist-ho! High flag!
As long as the wind pushes the frigate
There's good times for the pirates
As long as the sea is beneath
It's the privateer who holds the upper hand!
Hoist-ho! Black flag!
Hoist-ho! High flag!

Too bad for your mother's eyes
Too bad for the queen and the king
Better if you become a privateer
Jesus was an outlaw
Come and mingle with the stars
Sleep in the belly of the sails

CHORUS