Privateering

 Am
Yon's my privateer see how trim she lies

To every man a lucky hand and to every man a prize
                                 C          G
I live to ride the ocean the mighty world around
 Am                               G              Am
To take a little plunder and to hear the cannon sound

    F               C
To lay with pretty women
                 G        Dsus2
to drink Madeira wine
 Am                                G               Am
to hear the roller's thunder on a shore that isn't mine


[Chorus]

 Am
Privateering, we will go
Privateering, Yoh! oh! ho!
Privateering, we will go
Yeah! oh! oh! ho!


[Verse]

 Am
The people on your man o'war are treated worse than scum

I'm no flogging Captain my God I've sailed with some
                               C                G
Come with me to Barbary we'll ply there up and down
 Am                               G       Am
Not quite exactly in the service of the Crown

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    F               C
To lay with pretty women
                 G        Dsus2
to drink Madeira wine
 Am                                G               Am
to hear the roller's thunder on a shore that isn't mine


[Chorus]

 Am
Privateering, we will go
Privateering, Yoh! oh! ho!
Privateering, we will go
Yeah! oh! oh! ho!


[Verse 3]

 Am
Look here there's my privateer she's small but she can sting

Licensed to take prizes with a letter from the King
                                      C             G
I love the streets and taverns of a pretty foreign town
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tip my hat to the dark eyed ladies as we sally up and down

    F               C
To lay with pretty women
                 G        Dsus2
to drink Madeira wine
 Am                                G               Am
to hear the roller's thunder on a shore that isn't mine


[Chorus]

 Am
Privateering, we will go
Privateering, Yoh! oh! ho!
Privateering, we will go
Yeah! oh! oh! ho!


[Verse 4]

 Am
Britannia needs her privateers each time she goes to war

Death to all her enemies no prizes matter more
                               C                G
Come with me to Barbary we'll ply there up and down
 Am                               G       Am
Not quite exactly in the service of the Crown

    F               C
To lay with pretty women
                 G        Dsus2
to drink Madeira wine
 Am                                G               Am
to hear the roller's thunder on a shore that isn't mine


[Chorus]

 Am
Privateering, we will go
Privateering, Yoh! oh! ho!
Privateering, we will go
Yeah! oh! oh! ho!