All aboard,
yellin out fer all ye fellow Wenches
this 'ere be the thing fer those long days
with the wind in yer face
wif 'air o' melted silver
bandana ripped from the finest sapphire velvet
don't be tellin the cap'n i looted 'is stash





if ye plunders this 'ere bandana
leave me a message in a bottle
Now be on yer way afore cap'n gets back