Lyrics Ye Banished Privateers – Libertalia

There’s a tattooed man with a cut off hand, got tales to tell from a faraway land,
Without both king and noble man, in the grand Libery Town

A free port where you’ll never see, no royal laws, authority,
Where speech is free and so shall be, in the Grand Libery Town.

Land of the free, Liberta – a –li — a governed by the people of the…

Land of the free, Liberta – a –li — a governed by the people of the sea.

The harlot sits on the high seat throne, the slave in robes and a golden crown
The noble man wears a jester’s cap, in the grand Libery Town.
The hinges are stolen from the prison door, the gallows are lacking rope and more,
The Hangman is armed with a rotten oar, in the grand Libery Town.

Land of the free, Liberta – a –li — a governed by the people of the…
Land of the free, Liberta – a –li — a governed by the people of the sea.

What’s mine is your’s and your’s is mine, sharing gold and bread and wine,
No locked doors or greedy swines, in the grand Libery Town.