
With ten cannons on each side
With ten cannons on each side, Wind behind, full sails wide, She doesn't cut the sea—she flies, A pirate brig under stormy skies. They call her the Feared—one and all— Feared from shore to endless shore. The moon shines bright on the waves below, Wind moans soft in the canvas glow. My treasure is my ship so free, My law the wind and mighty hand, My country—the endless sea! Waves of silver and blue arise, And there stands the pirate king, singing high: Asia to port, Europe to starboard, Straight ahead—Constantinople's fire! “Sail on, my ship, fear nothing at all, No storm, no foe, no calm shall make you fall. My treasure is my ship so free, My law the wind and mighty hand, My country—the endless sea! My treasure is my ship so free, My law the wind and mighty hand, My country—the endless sea!

