The River Pirate
From Fog & Fire, 2008	©2008 Brigands' Folie All Rights Reserved.
Near Fort Detroit I was bred and born, And for Pyracy I’ll die in scorn. Can’t keep a hearth on a soldiers pay So I turned into a Renegade.	And when I’m dead and I’m gone to Hell, The songs they’ll sing and the tales they’ll tell. And every one will speak the truth. He was a wild and a wicked youth.
As a young lad, I took a wife. She be a beauty and dear as life. So for to keep her in silk and lace, I turned to robbin’ on the waterways.	Place my pyre on a lonely isle And pray keep safe my wife and child It is for them that I’m a renegade And it will lead me to an early grave
I never robbed me a poor man yet, But oh you trav’lers have cause to fret. I rob the French and the English too. If you’re on my river, then I’ll rob you.	But our bold Captain, he saw my plight, And launched a rescue by darkest night. Crept through the jailyard and set me free, We turned out backs on that hangin’ tree.
One dark night launched me into the fray. We robbed a bateau tied at the quay. Ten soldiers waited, true was their aim, And I was taken away in chains.	Near Fort Detroit I was bred and born, And for Pyracy I’ll die in scorn. On these Great Lakes and their waters cold, I’m a River Pirate, now my story’s told. I’m a River Pirate, now my story’s told.
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