Cursed Pete

I don't own a ship
or have a home
I'm a shiftless rouge
pirate destined to roam
The only woman I
need is me rum
I'll wont stop looting
till the noose rope hum

This here be a story
bout me mate
A good soul and sailor
yet death be his fate
Peter Williams was
his given name
Ere be Cursed Pete
he was in he fame

He lost a thumb
in the battle of Wyght
He caught the scabs
a nasty plight
A witch doctor cure
caused his toes to fall off
and there be more
so don't you scoff

It wasn't the maladies that
was his demise
Be the spitfire whore
and her silken thighs
Her master caught Pete
nibbling on her peach
and split him across
his torsos reach

So raise ye flagon
to poor ole Pete
And hope ye never
drink in defeat