Lyrics

From Charleston to New Providence
For a cut of the prize and twenty pence
No lord will ever flog your back
Join our ranks, hoist the black

And if you're thrown to the judge for crimes against the king
We will stand together, they will hear us sing

Rue and remorse won't be found on this brig
So bow yer fiddle and we'll dance the hempen jig

Burn the black book, set to sea
We'll fight for one and all and thee
Don't go down like Bonnet's crew
Blaze your cannons through and through
But if they get the better of us, and they bring us in
We'll face the hangman’s noose together, they will hear us sing

Rue and remorse won't be found on this brig
So bow yer fiddle and we'll dance the hempen jig

Thieves and knaves
Sent to their windshaken graves
We'd rather die this way
Than live on our knees another day

Rue and remorse won't be found on this brig
So bow yer fiddle and we'll dance the hempen jig

Splice the mainbrace, fill ‘er up
By guess and God, another cup
Soon you'll have the devil to pay
Let's hope and pray that she won't sway
But if you do get tangled, and your body starts to swing
We will bring the hornpipe, you will hear us sing

Rue and remorse won't be found on this brig
So bow yer fiddle and we'll dance the hempen jig