Oh Anthony! Oh Anthony!
The leader of our gang
Where or where are the maidens
And the riches of which you sang?
We’ve spent ten fortnights marching
Over mountains and the deep cold snow
Following your direction without question
Never knowing where next we were to go
Our numbers have dwindled quickly
Twice more of us were there before today
Replacements did not arrive as you promised
Others left preferring not to stay
They say we are barbarians
Destroying all in our wide path
But we truly are just land pirates
Spreading terror with murderous wrath
So beware our leader we hold so dear
Who has not done as he said
As pirates we only want our booty
A woman and some place to lay our head
Fill our pockets and our pants
For time is surely wasting
Unless we close this day with a smile
Your blood the vultures will be tasting
