The Pirate Declissen

The Pirate Declissen

<I'll paint my sails red and I'll sail out to sea, and I don't care who they send to subjugate me

With my axe I'll avenge on this patriarchy, on those took my lover away from me.>

My name is De Clissen, no sailor am I

But away cross the waves I'm forced now to fly

For the king to whom I once Brent my knee

Had taken my lover away from me

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Now boys look on the ramparts, your father's up there

Or his head is at least, and his body's somewhere

But with with eyes filled with pity, my own filled with rage

We will have our vengeance I swear it this day

Now the French call me traitor, but England is home

But I fight for myself I am noones to own

On this small stretch of coastline shall my ship sail free 

A nightmare before whom the French will soon flee

Oh my name is Declissen, a pirate am I

And as mother and matriarch proudly I'll die

And those men who so bravely bismirchèd my name

So quickly turned coward out here on the main