Port Royal - Running Wild

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.