Ye Pirates! They commence forth
Swindling gold, swushing swords.
With skeletons' support masts
They arrive in Devil's red glory!
There's the Bootstrap, the curvy blade
Patch-eye cooks, Gold teeth brooks
They hate 'Parley'; They'll kill
And slew and, slit your pipes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem