Elephants' Dance

We have served many years under royal decree,

crossed the ocean so wast to the new colonies

We've starvation endured, eaten rations of mold, 

and we slaughtered our friends for a minimum sold

Been discarded like trash for a treaty with Spain,

no work for us sailors till war comes again

In the ruins of Nassau, we gathered our strength,

and founded a future and home for our friends

But here we are at gallow's point,

in Woodes Rogers' ruse we've been caught

To pardon accept and get back in the fold,

or be fed to the crows in a noose

Bleed for Queen Anne! starve for King George!

we're trampled and torn in this elephants dance

We're taking the rope, for the sake of the code,

so the free folk of Nassau might still stand a chance

Oh we had a good run, with my cutlass and gun,

I've earned most of my meals sailing on the accord

Our republic fought back every English attack,

as we gathered a fleet sailing under the black.

But now we are scattered, divided and weak,

the enemy wedged in our midst

No force or no fleet could have torn us apart,

like King George's grand clemency

Bleed for Queen Anne! starve for King George!

we're trampled and torn in this elephants dance

We're taking the rope, for the sake of the code,

so the free folk of Nassau might still stand a chance

Oh I spit on your conditions, in fact I think I'll pass

Them terms won't do to wipe the shit out of me Irish ass

I'd rather die a free man, than live my life a slave    

You take that bloody pardon, and you plant it on my grave

We are born of the salt, we are children of the sea, 

we don't bend our knees to no king or country 

So we hoist the Jolly Roger, the colours of the free, 

and if we hit the gallows, that's the way that it must be

Bleed for Queen Anne! starve for King George!

we're trampled and torn in this elephants dance

We're taking the rope, for the sake of the code,

so the free folk of Nassau might still stand a chance