Alestorm - Pirate Song lyrics

Though you see me now the ghost of a man
I once had the heart of a lion
Commanding my ship, between many a shore
The ol' Jolly Roger a-flyin'
Mine was a name that struck fear into men
And regret into plenty o' lasses
Lo, how I wish I could take back those days
As I stare at these empty beer glasses

I think of the times past when I had it all
I toyed with men's wives and their daughters
And in my pursuit of this ill-gotten wealth
I stabbed and I slashed and I slaughtered

And for what? (hey) the men that I've fought
Are matched by the number
Of women I've bought and for what? (hey)
I've killed and I've shot
And reddened the cold tears
Of children with blood

And if I could go back and make my amends
I'd make all those mistakes again
And kill every last one of those bastards
My friend!

My ship was the last sight
That many would see
As we narrowed the gap with our quarry
Sound of the cannons and splintering wood
Did herald our paths into glory
We seized all the bounty
And scuppered the ship
Our hearts hadn't time for the wounded
I took my share and the crew got the rest
And on into port we then bounded

Life has many pleasures and we had our fill
Of food and of wenches and beer
When we tired of the port
Or had drunken it dry
The time to set sail had come near

And for what? (hey) we heeded no law
Made other men suffer so we can have more
And for what? (hey) we lived every day
The noose of the hangman a hairbreadth away

And if I could go back and make my amends
I'd make all those mistakes again
And kill every last one of those bastards
My friend!

Oh, I have seen wonders
You never have dreamed
And taken my fair share I must say
Holds full of booty I happily seized
From crews who would not see a new day
Spanish gold came and went
And gemstones were sold
But, I knew more lay on the horizon
Yet the beer was too good
And gals were too sweet
And now in my old age, it's gone

These memories were bought with the
Lives of good men
A price that I paid without scruple
So many so suffered so I could get drunk
And swagger from brothel to brothel

And for what? (hey) it's been many years
The screams of the vanquished still
Ring in my ears and for what? (hey)
I've blood on my hands
I wait for my place in
The halls of the damned!

And if I could go back and make my amends
I'd make all those mistakes again
I'd kill every last one o' those bastards
My friends!