Let’s weigh the anchor, set the sails
The wind can work, we’ll weave our tales
Of pirates bold and stormy seas
Of treasures rich and bravery
And what’s a better tale to tell
Than the story of black Bart

(Chorus) Oh, pirate Bart, he was a part
Of a rough and tumble crew
But he always left the Sabbath free
From piracy and brew
And when his shipmates grew too old
To pillage, loot, and plunder
He always gave them gold enough
‘Til they were six feet under

From out the wild, dark hills of Wales
Down to the dock full filled with sails
Walked a God blessed, fearing man
Seeking work as a sailing hand
But it surely wasn’t hard to see
This man had dates with destiny
The leadership of his friend’s ship fell
To this man known as Black Bart

(Chorus)

By John H Thomas Jr

In stormy, fair, or balmy weather
Barti wore his long, red feather
Standing bold on the quarterdeck
Ready with cannons to make a wreck
Of any French or Spanish ships of size
Of Dutch or any ship worth prize
He calmly blew them all to hell
This man known as Black Bart

(Chorus)

The skull and cross bones he designed
In a few short years would be resigned
By a squadron of the proud RN
Was soon to find and put an end
To the pirates time was running out
He’d be forced to fight or turn about
Ogle fired, sent that soul to Hell
Of the man they called Black Bart

(Chorus)

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