Traditional Scottish Folk
Captain Ward/The Streaker
Come all ye jolly mariners
Who love to tak' a dram
I'll tell ye of a robber
That o'er the seas did come
He wrote a letter tae the king
On the eleventh of July
To see if he wad accept o' him
For his jovial company
"Na, na," says the king
"Oh that can never be
They tell me that you're a robber
A robber on the sea"
He has built a bonnie ship
An' sent her to the sea
Wi' fower and twenty mariners
To man his bonnie ship wi'
An' they sailed up, an' they sailed doon
Sae stately, blythe, an' free
'Til they spied the kings high Reindeer
Like a leviathan on the sea
"Why lie here, ye tinker
Ye silly coordly thief?
Why like ya there, ye tinker
An' hold oor king in grief?"
They fought from one in the morning
'Til it was six at night
Until the king's high Reindeer
Was forced to tak' her flight
Gae hame, gae hame, ye tinkers
Tell ye your king fae me
Though he reign king upon good dry land
I will reign king upon sea
Come all ye jolly mariners
Who love to tak' a dram
I'll tell ye of a robber
That o'er the seas did come
He wrote a letter tae the king
On the eleventh of July
To see if he wad accept o' him
For his jovial company
"Oh na, na," says the king
"Oh that can never be
They tell me that you're a robber
A robber on the sea"
He has built a bonnie ship
An' sent her to the sea
Wi' fower and twenty mariners
To man his bonnie ship wi'