Stormwitch Tigers Of The Sea
Message from the masthead: "Spanish galleon, straight ahead!" Up the shrouds, hoist all the canvas It is worth the plunder, coming from down under Filled with spicery and treasures Out on the sea, the power is ours Spitting on order and law of the king Banished we are, outlawed forever We never care what tomorrow may bring Tigers of the sea, chasing the gold of her Royal Majesty Tigers of the sea, sentenced to death at the black gallows tree All men to the cannons, let them shiver, make them dance Casks of ruin for everyone, let's go When the rigging's falling, boarding party's crawling Up the rail, we will prevail We never know the habits and fashion Of England's and Netherland's nobility We only know the king is no poor man A few diamonds less won't make him weep Tigers of the sea . . . Gentry, take care of your jewelry Sire, beware of the tiger Black pyre, sails on fire Tigers of the sea . . .
