A lonely pirate raised his sail,
He jumped up on the rigging.
Nothing but a wooden pale,
To keep his boat from sinking.

He traveled on his ocean-course
To find the land he sought.
His mind was filled with his remorse,
His pains amounted to naught.

His ship no longer was his own,
His crew had mutineered.
And from his lips escaped a moan;
He remembered how they leered.

His sights now set on other lands,
Where he could make a living.
He knew where he could find ships' hands,
Although the job was giving.

Jack Sparrow watched the sun setting,
Its rays just touched the sea.
He told himself to stop fretting,
A pirate, that was he!