skippy aye yo
ye banished privateers
i'll sing ye a song of a wretched crew
the sorriest lot i ever knew
bringing naught but pain an shame
i be their captain still the same
an' happy tom don't like our song
his last known smile be years long gone
we left him driftin' in the sea
red major john not man nor maid
men both in bed and grave she's laid
try steal from her a kiss you wish
she'll gut you like a rotten fish
tiernan sought for wealth 'n' fame
he joined our crew with a stolen name
but grew cold feet an' ran away
now he rots away near botany bay