Bled by wind, broke by sea, <br />can you hear the Corsairs sing <br />whispers from the mountains long <br />the waters sing their silent song <br />emanating from the hungry deep <br />pirate skulls and crossbones speak <br />with crafty tales and legends spun <br />blood orange moon and brimstone sun <br />coarse chafed lips and bucket breath <br />massive arms and heaving chests <br />short broad swords with ivory sleeves <br />knifes they clamp in blackened teeth <br />when they raid the helpless ships <br />rum and powder shot on their lips <br />climb and jump from yardarms strong <br />raze and kill like locust swarms <br />taking silk and golden coins <br />sackcloth shielding bulging loins <br />canons blast and rip apart <br />driftwood left to float and rot <br />on the boards survivors cling <br />Corsairs bold victorious sing.<br /><br />Captain Cur<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pirate-skulls-and-crossbones-speak-from-corsairs-of-old/
