welcome to tortuga

Singer:ye banished privateers

the island of tortuga is a haven fer our salty kind

where sixteen 'undred harlots can help a mate unwind. and forty odd taverns can quench yer hevy thirst each night

all thanks to henry morgan

the man fer whom we fight. so join our band of brothers and be a lawless buckaneer

or sail with king charles' blessing

as a privateer. then

come spend yer share of loot here

in our dark but friendly port

don't be a greedy cheap-arse

yer life is far to short. so hold on to yer sabres

and ye spaniards

and ye sailors

yer heading fer tortuga and the brethren of the coast. so hold on to yer pouches

and yer spouses

and yer trousers

or the whores of henry morgan will drag ye from yer post

it's a place to make a fortune

on expence of those less fortunate

a place to lose yer savings

in a single night. a place for new beginnings

a place of filth 'n' self-made men

a place for early endings

at best friends cutlass' end. the island of tortuga

is a haven fer our salty kind

where sins few every pleasure

are eas'ly to be found. pick the poison of yer liking

and let all other worries be

tomorrow well go fighting

the limeys of the sea

so hold on to yer sabres

and ye spaniards

and ye sailors

yer heading fer tortuga and the brethren of the coast. so hold on to yer purses

and yer boots

and yer curses

or the whores of henry morgan will drag ye from yer post

or the whores of henry morgan will drag ye from yet post!