oh mutinous and crew, with rapier and scimitar do prick the hearts of brothers. above the tumult i hear the cries “swab the deck in blood you dogs!” while our ship aflame does circle drain inverted cannons light. draw out ribbons red, with blunderbuss do blow a murderous tune played on trumpets of death. let their report be heard “peace is nigh” while dove is trampled under foot. “let god’s will be done” ye sing in song loaded to the gunwales with the grog of the poor, “we have had our fill of their booty.” oh derelict home, she is starboard listing heave ho our cargo of dogma.