Privateering (Live) - Mark Knopfler

Yon's my privateer
See how trim she lies

To every man a lucky hand
And to every man a prize

I live to ride the ocean

The mighty world around

To take a little plunder
And to hear the cannon sound

To lay with pretty women

To drink madeira wine

To hear the roller's thunder
On a shore that isn't mine
Privateering we will go

Privateering yoh oh ho

Privateering we will go

Yeah oh oh ho

The people on your man'o war
Are treated worse than scum

I'm no flogging captain

My god I've sailed with some

Come with me to barbary
We'll ply there up and down

Not quite exactly
In the service of the crown

To lay with pretty women

To drink madeira wine

To hear the roller's thunder
On a shore that isn't mine

Privateering we will go

Privateering yoh oh ho

Privateering we will go

Yeah oh oh ho

Look here there's my privateer
She's small but she can sting

Licensed to take prizes

With a letter from the king

I love the streets and taverns
Of a pretty foreign town

Tip my hat to the dark eyed ladies
As we sally up and down

To lay with pretty women

To drink madeira wine

To hear the roller's thunder
On a shore that isn't mine

Privateering we will go

Privateering yoh oh ho

Privateering we will go

Yeah oh oh ho

Britannia needs her privateers
Each time she goes to war

Death to all her enemies
No prizes matter more

Come with me to barbary
We'll ply there up and down

Not quite exactly
In the service of the crown

I lay with pretty women

To drink madeira wine

To hear the roller's thunder
On a shore that isn't mine

Privateering we will go

Privateering yoh oh ho

Privateering we will go