The pirate Captain Roberts, on the run from the law,
Crashes into port, and arrives at the door,
Of the lonely old inn, high up on the hill,
Home to Widow Watson, and her young son Will.
It's a cold and quiet night, mother and son alone,
As the pirate Captain Roberts, storms into their home.
His teeth are black. His words are red.
He shoots down the son and takes the mother to bed.
Young Will drags himself across the wooden floor,
Leaves a trail of blood from here to the door.
He tries to find the words, so that he can pray,
Before he has a chance he hears Captain Roberts say.
"I am cruel, I am cold, I will do what I will,
I will take what I want, I am happy to kill.
Don't scream or run, don't beg or cry,
By shot or by blade I will see you die."
Come the morning light, with Captain Roberts fled,
The mother and the son, he has left for dead.
Yet saved from the grave by a passing friend,
Young William survives and swears his revenge.
As the years go by, his course stays true,
Never does he sway, from what he has to do.
He searches over seas, he searches over lands,
There'll be no rest 'til there's blood on his hands.
Then one day he hears, of a privateer ship,
The Captain matches Roberts from the toe to the tip.
He will have his revenge, he will have his day,
Twenty years ago he hears Captain Roberts say.
"I am cruel, I am cold, I will do what I will,
I will take what I want, I am happy to kill.
Don't scream or run, don't beg or cry,
By shot or by blade I will see you die."
The ship lies in port, Captain Roberts at his rest,
As William rides to town to make good on his debt.
William reigns in his horse and draws his gun,
The midnight return of the vengeful son.
He lets out a scream, full of pride, full of hate.
"Draw your weapon, come and meet your fate!"
Robert strides from the door, twin pistols drawn,
And gunshots blaze with the coming of the dawn.
The bullets take flight, the blood rains down.
Shot through the chest, Roberts drops to the ground.
He says with a grin "I always knew I would pay."
Before he dies he hears William say.
"I am cruel, I am cold, I will do what I will,
I will take what I want, I am happy to kill.
Don't scream or run, don't beg or cry,
By shot or by blade I will see you die."
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