There's a tattooed man With a cut off hand Got tales to tell, from a far away land Without both king and noblemen In the grand libery town A free port where you'll never see No royal laws, authority Where speech is free and so shall be In the grand libery town If you enter the docks by the smugglers stairs There'll be a ship that will take you there Fortune or rank won't matter here In the grand libery town Land of the free Libertalia! Guarded by the people of the Land of the free Libertalia! Guarded by the people of the sea! The harlot seats on the high sea throne The slave in robes with a golden crown The nobleman wears a jester's cap In the grand libery town The hinges are stolen from a prision door The gallows are lacking rope and more The hangman is armed with a rotten oar In the grand libery town Land of the free Libertalia! Guarded by the people of the Land of the free Libertalia! Guarded by the people of the sea! You don't have to be slaves anymore! Loose the yardarm foremast men! Leave the papal cross to the dirt! Throw your beggar bowl! Stop dancing the music of your chains! Bid defiance to the powers of europe That wallow in luxury at your dispense Equality is trodden underfoot I bid you to lawfully make war all over the world! What's mine is yours And yours is mine! Sharing bread and gold and wine! No locked doors, no greedy swine In the grand libery town! Land of the free Libertalia! Guarded by the people of the Land of the free Libertalia! Guarded by the people of the Land of the free Libertalia!