Alestorm

My friends I stand before you,
To tell a truth most dire.
There lurks a traitor in our midst,
Who has invoked the captain's ire.
Don't deserve no mercy,
We ought to shoot him with a gun.
But I am not an evil man,
So first let's have a little fun.
We'll tie that scoundrel to a rope,
And throw him overboard.
Drag him underneath the ship,
A terrifying deadly trip.
Keelhaul that filthy landlubber,
Send him down to the depths below.
Make that bastard walk the plank,
With a bottle of rum and a yo-ho-ho.
Keelhaul that filthy landlubber,
Send him down to the depths below.
Make that bastard walk the plank,
With a bottle of rum and a yo-ho-ho.
I will not say what he has done,
His sins are far too grave to tell.
It's not my place to judge a man,
But for that he will burn in hell.
The sharks will dine upon his flesh,
And Davy Jones will have his soul.
Take his money and his hat,