Though we may not know which way to go or much of anything
As long as there is wind to blow, we’ve got a song to sing
We’re salty as the sea and we have hearts that bloom like swords
So raise ye up, lift ye cup, and sing another chord
Though we may disagree when we do not see eye to eye
Our motley crew accepts our fate that the end may be nigh
Though we are not wealthy men, our ship gives room and board
For us to life in infamy, tis plenty ‘nough reward
Sage Burner Poetry 