Message from the masthead: "Spanish galleon, straight ahead!"  Up the shrouds, hoist all the canvas  It is worth the plunder, coming from down under  Filled with spicery and treasures  Out on the sea, the power is ours  Spitting on order and law of the king  Banished we are, outlawed forever  We never care what tomorrow may bring  Tigers of the sea, chasing the gold of her Royal Majesty  Tigers of the sea, sentenced to death at the black gallows tree  All men to the cannons, let them shiver, make them dance  Casks of ruin for everyone, let's go  When the rigging's falling, boarding party's crawling  Up the rail, we will prevail  We never know the habits and fashion  Of England's and Netherland's nobility  We only know the king is no poor man  A few diamonds less won't make him weep  Tigers of the sea . . .  Gentry, take care of your jewelry  Sire, beware of the tiger  Black pyre, sails on fire  Tigers of the sea . . .