Rum Thieves

‘Twas early in the morning through fog as thick as night,
Those mangy dogs awoke us to a truly awful sight,
They crept aboard our ship and broke into our stores,

The left, like silent devils, with all our rum and more.
Those bastards stole our rum!
Raise the mainsails high, mate, and hoist the anchor chain,

Prepare the cabin crew, Ahoy! Let’s show those maggots pain,
Rouse the quickstart crewmates, from cabin boy to crook,
Those bastards, who stole all our rum, will pay for what they took!

In the middle of the night we sneak onto their boat,
We creep up nice and quiet and slit their fucking throats!
In lager-pirate nature, we’ll show ‘em something new,

As pirates, one and all, we’ll steal their fucking brew!
Those bastards stole our rum!
Raise the mainsails high, mate, and hoist the anchor chain,

Prepare the cabin crew, Ahoy! let’s show those maggots pain,
Rouse the quickstart crewmates, from cabin boy to crook,
Those bastards, who stole all our rum, will pay for what they took!

Those thieving fucking bastards!
They stole our fucking rum!
They’ll pay for what they took!