This word pyrate is such an ugly word,
One that cuts to me deepest parts.
Why, no Pyrate would I be,
No cutthroat scalywag am I.
So heed not which ye heard,
Or anything from those upstarts,
Whose thought be never free,
Nor imaginations fly.
I much prefer to Privateer,
For here some diginity lies.
I have a letter of Marque, me dear,
From the King of England's eyes.
And just fer safety's sake, ye know,
Another from the King of France,
'Cause never know which ship will show,
Upon our happenstance.
And just to be so doubly sure,
I got's me one from the Spanish royal,
So that our records'll be quite pure,
No matter who we spoil.
So pray do not use Pyrate as your choice of given word,
'Cause we are ne'er such creatures,
Oh, no, how so very much absurd!