Oh to think you'd end your days like this!
Like nothing more than a galleon figure.

A mighty fine pirate you were,
that shall be remembered
many a hundred years from now.

All things must come to an end,
it seems.

You sank your ship,
your oh so mighty
Queen Anne's Revenge
Was that to escape with enormous treasures?

Who ever thought that you of all
would end up a galleon figure?
That your head would be hung,
from the bowsprit,
as a token of war.

To spread fear
you tucked burning fues
in your hat,
you shot your navigator Israel Hands!

All things must come to an end,
it seems.

And so you met
Lieutenant Robert Maynard
who was to be your own,
personal,
grim reaper.

It took several shots,
several bullets,
but at last, you fell,
you,
the last one of the greatest,
and he cut your head off!

But worse,
he hung it in his bowsprit!
A fine end to a mighty fine era,
don't you think, Mr Teach?

For though pirates remain
'till this day,
the golden days of piracy…
well, they died with you.