We Are Cheering Our Rebel

We are out in the ocean where the spray is rough Old Medley Meanie decides to get meaner and tough We take Captain Smithe and we throw him overboard. We are a crew of roughnecks with our hatchet and sword! Cap’n is gone, we are cheering our rebel! The ocean has taken him, he’s head’d for hell. We are fighting to be Captain, in charge now. Fighting for the crown on the ship’s bloody bow! There are ten of us left. We know there is only food for six. I am hoping to get the one steak, but I am in quite a fix. The other pirates are as mean as I have ever tried to be. I am in trouble now in this dangerous Caribbean Sea. Cap’n is gone, we are cheering our rebel! The ocean has taken him, he’s head’d for hell. We are fighting to be Captain, in charge now. Fighting for the crown on the ship’s bloody bow! There are six of us left, we are the toughest of all. I am scared of only one, shipmate Morey, he is seven foot tall. He comes at me with a hatchet, and I plunge into the sea. I guess fear will now be the death of me.