Spanish Gold

Jack Dore's in the Crow’s Nest
Spyglass ready at his side
Weather eye on the horizon
He scans the Caribbean Main

The Sun burns – waking past pain 
Wheals scorched by Cat ‘o’ Nine
Across his back – a Reminder
To be careful - To be watchful 

He looks for sails –Spanish sails
For Galleons hold treasure
Gold to be had - Glory for all
If the prey can be found 

And found it must be
For Drake commands – Expects!
Woe betide the sailor who’s not
Fleet afoot in the quest 

There is honour to be earned
Profit for Elizabeth, our Queen
A Share for Captain Drake
Even for those who serve beneath

So Jack watches – his pain makes for honest
The Doubloons in his minds-eye
He needs to make his mark
To find the foe

For the crew are ready - eager
Eager to fight - To plunder
Plunder Spanish holds
To pirate their gold