R E P E R T O I R E
The Pirate Song
My boat's by the tower, and my bark's on the bay
And both most be gone at the drawn of the day.
The moon's in her shroud, and to light thee afar
On the deck of the daring's a love lighted star.
So wake, lady wake, I' am waiting for thee,
Oh, this night or never my bride thou shall be,
So wake, lady wake, I' am waiting for thee
Oh, this night or never my bride thou shall be, (2X)
Forgive my rough mood unaccustomed to sue:
I woo not, perhaps, as your landlubbers do.
My voice is attuned to the sound of the gun
That startles the deep when the combat's begun
The Frenchman and Don will flee from our path
And the Englishmen cower below at our wrath,
And our sails shall be gilt in the gold of the day,
And the sea robins sing as we roll on our way.
A hundred shall serve - the best of the brave,
And the chief of a thousand shall kneel as thy slave,
And thou shalt reign queen, and thy empire shall last
Till the black flag by inches, is torn from the mast.