The Devil will have your soul

by Eugene Blanchard
Copyright 1984, 2000

Well, shiver me timbers
And buy me a round
I come with a long tall story
Of magic and time and tales of crime
That will curdle your blood 
In the morning

And off you go, ye pirates a flying
You've taken your last bit of gold
And when you rest, give it your best
Cause the devil will have your soul

It was 10 past 12
And I was about
Slipping and sliding with the shadows
And what did I spy but a curse to fly
From the mouth of a hag
To some rabble

And off you go, ye pirates a flying
You've taken your last bit of gold
And when you rest, give it your best
Cause the devil will have your soul

With a final gasp
That hag let pass
The mystery called her life
AS the leaves grew silent
The moon shone grey
And quiet was the night

And off you go, ye pirates a flying
You've taken your last bit of gold
And when you rest, give it your best
Cause the devil will have your soul