Hundred masts, thirty flags

An island in the gulf 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 along time gone

But there are still descendants

Port Royal's spirit lives forever on



Port Royal

A cry of freedom on the sea.