On the fourteenth of February we sailed from the land In the bold Princess Royal bound for Newfoundland We had forty bright seamen our ship’s company So boldly from the Eastward to the Westward bore we We had not been sailing scarce days two or three When a man from our topmast a sail he did see Come bearing down on us to see where we bore And under her mizzen black colors she bore. Great God cried our captain what shall we do now Here comes a bold pirate to rob us I know Oh no cried our chief mate that shall not be so We will shake out our reef me boys and away from him we’ll go It was the next morning at the dawning of the day This lofty large pirate shot under our lee Whence came you cried the pirate we answered him so We are out of fair London bound for Callao Then back your main topsails and heave your ship to For I have a letter to send down to you If I back may topsail and heave my ship to It will be for some pilot and not alongside you He chased us to the Eastward all that livelong day He chased us to the Westward but he couldn't make no way He fired some shots after us but none did prevail And the bold Princess Royal soon showed him her tail Oh now cried our captain the pirate is gone Go down for your grog boys go down every one Go down for your grog boys and be of good cheer For while we’ve got sea room bold lads never fear