Running Wild

Squire Trelawny and Dr. Livesay having asked me, Jim Hawkins, to tell
everybody the whole tale about the Island,
Flint's treasure and Mr. Silver. Keeping nothing back but its position
and that only,
because the major part of the treasure has not been lifted yet.
I personally think we would never have begun this adventure and set
course with the Hispaniola,
if we knew what would happen and that some of us would never return,
having lost their lives.
Sometimes the whole story haunts dreams and brings me the worst
nightmares I ever had,
That's when I hear the cries of the fallen, the waves pounding the rocks
on the coast and Captain Flint's raw voice screaming:
Pieces of eight !, Pieces of eight ! Hahaha!
And I tell you, no oxen and wain ropes will ever take me back to
Treasure Island !!!
Mr. Bones is fighting black Dog
He wants to split him to the chine
Blind Pew the bringer of the spot
Horse-hooves trampling his shine
We have the map to start our trip
The Squire has the ship and the sailors
Long John is the man with the grip
No one knows he will raid us
The yell of the slain, the waves on the rocks
Captain Flint's raising hell
He's calling my name to drive me insane
But I'll never return to
Treasure Island where the brave fell
A one-legged devil from the pit of hell
A greedy demon on his treasury
Cursed the island, oh, eternally
Long John is spreading his law
Hatching a death bringing plot
I show up in a conceal of war
What I heard in the barrel from this toad
The yell of the slain, the waves on the rocks
Captain Flint's raising hell
He's calling my name to drive me insane