Blackbeard

On the crystal coast, of the Atlantic
Blackbeard’s ghost is all around
9 vessels sailing quietly attack
Often sank his own ships to keep them off his track

They knew him well
In all the taverns
He was a ladies man and flashed his stolen gold
A charming smile, a candle burning
They drank heavy spirits, and the ruthless lies were told

Queen Anne’s revenge
Ruled the high & mighty seas
Taking royal ships and captains
To avenge the queen

He slept with one eye open
A weapon in his hand
Buried stolen treasures
All along the golden sand
A map and shiny compass
He waited for the wind
Approaching as a friendly ship
Then waited for his friends

He raised a friendly flag
Terror in disguise
If they tried to get away
They would surely die
A shiny silver sword
Covered with rare gemstones
Taken from a Spanish captain
While he lay asleep

Queen Anne’s revenge
Ruled the high & mighty seas
Forcing passengers to
Part with golden rings

They took what they wanted
Threw the rest away
Left poor souls who wouldn’t go
To drown and float away
Instruments and medicines
Anything of worth
Took them as their own
But the angry tides would turn

She ran aground in winter
The fearless tried to flee
He did not surrender
As his crew fell in the sea
A royal navy captain
Let him come aboard
Surprise attack began
And blackbeard died………… from a sword

Queen Anne’s revenge
Ruled the high & mighty seas
They took his head
And held it high for all to see
They hung his head from the bow for all to see