The Other Old Salt From Halifax Town

Captain Fee

The three master out of old Halifax town

With Captain Fee at the helm

Lifted anchors and raised our flag

We’re bound south to over whelm

Nay no lacy things shall girth our loins

But the Scotsman’s Kilts we’ll wear

And when we command you’ll understand

What we don’t wear under there

Now La Belle, and Anne and Comfort of the South

I this old sea dog will sail me Privateer

Under the flag of the Jolly Roger

And we meet we’ll swap our spit and beer

I’ll expect and take no quarter

The best loving Captain takes it all

When we wrestle in close quarters

I’ll broadside your silky things against the wall

Aye and when the fog is settled

We’ll drink a round to poets gone before

Beach our boats and share the booties

On La Belly Island that’s for sure.