In captain Jimmy's pirate ship
the one you're going to sail on too
it's loaded with hasheesh all through
the lamps are all astern the trip
It's been months now we're sailing on
and if the winds are kind and fair
until we reach Peru somewhere
the cargo will be smoke and gone
We sail a sea completely crammed
with all kinds of weird plants nonplus
an olden sun is staring us
at times he's winking at the damned
The holds are empty and so bleak
A thousand tons where could have gone?
Awaiting are pipes void and meek
and Chile customs further on
The Northern Star we have forgot
the anchors are long lost in sea
adown the ratlines lined up squat
a dozen sirens ¹ hanging free
The mermaid figurehead one night
she jumped the ocean amply canned
abreast squiring her out of sight
the five Columbus's condemned ²
And later off Ancora's ³ reef
let angry waves a crowd beget
of crimson beasts beyond belief
with seagull wings their heads beset