Isn't this how it works
Look at how her face smirks
I've got two chests full of gold
Both I long to hold
But my crewmen are weak
They could not be more meek
So I only get one chest
But which one is best
I can't count the gold
For no one knows what the weather holds
How is an old pirate to know
Which way the wind will blow
Which is the best way out
So I won't be left without
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem