Beware soul brother
There are gentlemen of fortune on your door
Seeking to uproot your heart in your chest
They will tell you; you are lucky and blessed
But don’t let them fool you with rum
When you see their pirate flag, it’s time to run
Run soul sister
Go as far as you can
It’s your soul they’re after
And Silver is got a gun
Run blood kin
Keep your life safe long as you can
Don’t let them wreck your ship
Or ambush you in your sleep
Oy Ho!
Shout to every soul brother you see
Silver is got a gun you’ll say
Guard your life dear kin
Silver comes to steal your one thing
Hold fast to your chest and run
‘Cause silver is got a gun
and is cracked on a bottle of rum
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem