Four years our "Corsair" was roaming the seas
In storms and battles our ensign did not fade its colors
We’ve learned to fix the sails in any breeze
And used our bodies to plug the cannon holes.

We’re being chased by squadron day and night
The wind is weak and we cannot avoid a battle
But said our Captain, without any sign of fright
"It’s not the end yet, so keep your mettle!"

The leading frigate turned sidewise to us
And her portside engulfed in clouds of smokes
We fire back our own broadsides...
Fire and death afar - results of our strokes!

We have survived worse business in the past
But there’s no wind and holds are flooding badly
Despite, again the Captain is telling us
"It’s not the end yet, so keep your mettle!"

We’re being watched through glasses by hundreds eyes
And they see us covered by soot and bleeding gores
No matter what, but they’ll never witness us
Chained like the slaves to galley’s oars.

Uneven battle, and our ship’s list is broad
We’re facing fierce storm of fire, smoke and metal
But Captain’s order is "Prepare to board!
It’s not the end yet, so keep your mettle!"

Who wants to live, who’s game, who’s not a wimp
Prepare your hands to dish a bloody maul,
While rats can go and leave the sinking ship
No need for them to hinder us in merciless brawl.

And rats were thinking "Why the Devil not!"
But then they jumped as shrapnel nearby rattled,
While we with frigate came board to board.
"It’s not the end yet, so keep your mettle!"

Face facing face, eye eyeing eye, knife knifing knife
So as not to end as food for filthy shark or shrimp
Who’s with a sword, who’s with a pistol and who’s in strife
We were abandoning the sinking ship.

But no! We will not leave her to her fate!
The ocean will help by keeping her afloat
Because the ocean is truly our mate
And Captain was right: "It’s not the end yet!"