[Rolf Kasparek]



He was born at the shore of Greenhock in the year 1645

Ran away at the age of fourteen, to flee from his soul-killing life

He signed on to sail the wild-winds

But he worked down his hands and his knees

He stood his test on the waters, so they said "He was bred to the sea"



In 1697, the "Adventurer..." was setting its sails

With the letter of marque and reprisal, Kidd was prepared for his trail

They sailed the sea with the mission, to hunt down "Tew" and "Long Ben"

A serious riot was rising, so Kidd struck down one of his men

And he died!



Blue-blooded men they fell from grace

Piranhas eating their own

They sacrificed at the altar of lies

So fate took its course in the ballad of William Kidd



The "Adventurer..." returned to her hometown, Kidd was forced to defence

They charged him with looting and murder his patrons and generous friends

He'd left his crew at St. Thomas, to guard his honour from shame

But the lords they lied like a trooper, not to lose their own heads in the game



Blue-blooded men they fell from grace

Piranhas eating their own

They sacrificed at the altar of lies

So fate took its course in the ballad of William Kidd



The lords testified, their unholy lies, to save their own heads from the gallows

They sacrificed Kidd, they took him for a ride that conspiratorial fellows



They judged him and they found him guilty of piracy of the high seas

Betraying men of honour, you know lie and cheat as they please

A case of judicial murder caused the death of a seafaring man

Slanderous bunch of liars, to hell your souls will be damned



Blue-blooded men they fell from grace

Piranhas eating their own

They sacrificed at the altar of lies

So fate took its portentous course. What a shame!

In the ballad of William Kidd



[Dedicated to the memory of William Kidd]