Admiral Claus

Aye, tis a weary watch at five bells

At the helm stands Admiral Claus

The feared terror of the seven seas

He answers naught to man’s laws

Tis a coat of scarlet red he favours

From when he sailed neath the Union Jack

Forced to flee after he killed a duke in a jealous duel

'Twas said it was best he not go back

One cold, good eye on the horizon

Spies a Yankee flag on a clipper’s mast

Laden with tabbaccie and Jamaican rum

Her days be numbered twas forecast

Blood on steel, black powder burns

The boarding party is well trained

The ship hull quickly taken under tow

The surviving crew are all enchained

Soon on Water Street in ole Halifax town

A tot of demon rum all hands will raise

Three cheers to our own to Admiral Claus

Their purses filled with bounty offer praise…