If you fill my glass I'll tell you
A sad tale with no equal
It's a song about a pirate named Roope
He broke hearts wherever he went
He was young and fair
And he'd been taught by his father
But the girl he loved betrayed him
And so Roope became a cruel robber
The shores of the Baltic Sea still remember Roope
And the women of St. Petersburg still shake their heads
And the cities on the Finnish Gulf knew Roope the robber
And all the way in Kokkola they feared him
The maiden from Estonia's shore will never forget
How she went to a bar with Roope
They ate and had a drink
She burned her heart but Roope only smoked a cigar
The maiden of Åland did not know her state
When Roope brought his shirt for washing
One button was missing, she sewed it back on
And at the same time she also sewed her heart on
Finally Roope got his just deserts, he's in Finland now
And probably works as a ferryman on some river
He submitted before a widow and ended up married
And that's how Roope the Robber was slowly hanged