Oh, Better Far To Live and Die

Oh, better far to live and die Under the brave black flag I fly Than play a sanctimonious part With a pirate head and a pirate heart Away to the cheating world go you Where pirates all are well-to-do But I'll be true to the song I sing And live and die a Pirate King For I am a Pirate King! And it is, it is a glorious thing To be a Pirate King I am a Pirate King! You are! Hurrah for the Pirate King! And it is, it is a glorious thing To be a Pirate King It is! Hurrah for the Pirate King! Hurrah for the Pirate King! For he is a Pirate King! He is! Hurrah for the Pirate King! And it is, it is a glorious thing To be a Pirate King It is! Hurrah for the Pirate King! Hurrah for the Pirate King! When I sally forth to seek my prey I help myself in a royal way I sink a few more ships, it's true Than a well-bred monarch ought to do But many a king on a first-class throne If he wants to call his crown his own Must manage somehow to get through More dirty work than ever I do For I am a Pirate King! And it is, it is a glorious thing To be a Pirate King! I am a Pirate King! You are! Hurrah for the Pirate King! And it is, it is a glorious thing To be a Pirate King It is! Hurrah for the Pirate King! Hurrah for the Pirate Ha, ha, ha ha, ha, -irate King! Away! Frederic, oh, take me with you I cannot live if I am left behind Ruth, I'll be quite candid with you You're very dear to me, as you know But I must be circumspect You see, well, you're considerably older than I am And a lad of twenty-one usually looks for a wife of seventeen A wife of seventeen, you will find me a wife of a thousand! No, I shall find you a wife of forty-seven And that is quite enough Ruth, tell me candidly and without reserve Compared with other women, are you beautiful? I have been told so, dear master! But lately? Oh no, years and years ago Well, what do you think of yourself? It is a delicate question to answer But I think I am a fine woman Thank you, Ruth I believe you, for I know you would not practice upon my inexperience I wish to do the right thing, and if you're truly a fine woman Well then your age shall be no obstacle to our union! (Climbing over rocky mountains) Hark, surely I hear voices! (Skipping rivulet and fountain) Who has dared to approach our all but inaccessible lair? (Passing where the willows quiver) Can it be the Coast Guard? (Passing where the willows quiver by the ever-rolling river) No, it does not sound like the Coast Guard (Swollen with the summer rain, the summer rain) Confusion! It is the voices of young girls (Threading long and leafy mazes) If he should see them, I am lost! (Dotted with unnumbered daisies) By all that is marvelous, a bevy of beautiful young maidens! (Dotted, dotted with unnumbered daisies) Lost, lost, lost! (Scaling rough and rugged passes) How lovely, how surpassing lovely is the plainest of them! (Climb the hardy little lasses) What grace, what delicacy (Til' the bright seashore they gain) What refinement (Scaling rough and rugged passes climb the hardy little lasses) And Ruth, she told me she was beautiful (Til' the bright seashore they gain)