An intoxicated gunner, as plastered as a coot,
Betrayed the plans of treason and inspired the men to loot.
The treasures of the Company were washed upon the beach,
The riches were in everybody's reach.

Jeronymus the merchant was die last to Ieave the wreck.
Wrapped around the bowsprit he contrived to save his neck
The departure of the leaders meant that he was first in rank
And a band of greedy seaman gathered forces at his flank;
The numbers of the loyal ones shrank

They dressed themselves in uniforms taken from the cargo.
They strutted round like peacocks through the piles of guano.
Starlet coats and golden braid, this new regime of looters.
Do they think their foolish pride can last into the future?

Yes, they had come together and sworn a solemn vow;
To lie in wait and plot to take the rescue ship somehow.
They pledged allegiance man for man, each one raised his hand.
The money and the gold lay strewn across the sand.

I slept with the Devil and lived to tell the tale.
Eighty four eternal nights at the mercy of this male.
He recited Latin verse, let the rest remain unsaid.
Jeronymus Cornelisz, l will see you dead!