Bold Privateer - Eliza Carthy

Our boat, she’s on a drift

And our ship, she’s on the waves

Farewell my dearest jewel

For no longer can I stay

Our ship, she lies awaiting

So fare you well, my dear

For I must go on board

Of this bold privateer

There’s no-one that can tell you

What great hazards you will run

So many have been slain

Since the wars first begun

Such bloody engagements

And dangers that draw near

With loss of their sweet lives

In this bold privateer

Grieve not, my dearest jewel

When I’m out of your sweet sight

For I must go on board

And so boldly I will fight

We’ll beat down the pride

Of the lofty monaseer

And soon we’ll let them know

She’s a bold privateer

Then since you are a-going

May heaven kinder be

May kind heaven protect you

By land or by sea

May kind heaven protect you

Wherever you may steer

And send you safe home back

From this bold privateer

The prizes we have taken

Are from France and from Spain

And my true love at home

Will have part of them the same

And when the wars are over

I’ll turn unto my dear

And then I’ll bid adieu

To this bold privateer

Oh, when the wars are over

I’ll turn unto my dear

And then I’ll bid adieu

To this bold privateer