Hundred masts, thirty flags   An Island in the golf of Darien   Sandglas, bloody heart   Flying high above the scene      Marooners with loaded guns   Are still waiting at the quay   A hungry fleet from underworld   'Freedom' is the law they pray      'Black Strap', rum and Gin   Sexual freedom all the way   A rolling dice, an ace of hearts   One shall win and one's to pay      Concord and freedom   No need for the holy writ   Rebellions, non-servile   Spitting on religious hypocrites      Port Royal   A cry of freedom on the sea      When the 'Oxford' hits the sea   Slave driver learns the moses law   There is no chance, they can't escape   They hunt them down and eat'em raw      Gin Lane, New Providence   It all is now since a long time gone   But there are still descendants   Port Royal's spirit lives forever on      Port Royal   A cry of freedom on the sea