The Curse

A young boy I was barely out of my home
 I stepped to the world with a meaning to roam
 I signed with a captain who promised me gold
 An adventure to quicken the heart of the bold
 For fourteen odd years I did struggle alone
 For the cause, I worked my fingers down to the bone
 Saw naught but the scuppers, saw naught of my pay
 There was cast off and sent on my way
 A curse upon you! Sorrow fall thick and fast!
 Your days have been numbered, each hour your last!
 May the land, sea or sky turn to swallow you whole!
 And fore'er ne'er forget what you stole
 I found me some cohorts the bravest and true
 No captain was prouder to call such men crew
 They could rally a cry and the battle was won
 I'd face off a cannon if they but looked on
 The mutinous dogs bound my hands while I slept
 Swapped their honor for treasures and gold that we kept
 Threw me over the side with all kindness I'd shown
 Now I vow to sail always alone
 A curse upon you! Sorrow fall thick and fast!
 Your days have been numbered, each hour your last!
 May the land, sea or sky turn to swallow you whole!
 And fore'er ne'er forget what you stole
 I met a fair maiden one round upon shore
 I fell for her smile as I'd ne'er done before
 I pledged her my world for as long as I lived
 I'd have offered her more if I had more to give
 My pockets she emptied still I offered the rest
 She obliged and then ripped out the heart from my chest
 She sent me adrift free to float to world's end
 With a bottle as my only friend
 A curse upon you! Sorrow fall thick and fast!
 Your days have been numbered, each hour your last!
 May the land, sea or sky turn to swallow you whole!
 And fore'er ne'er forget what you stole
 Now maybe there's some of you wondering hence
 Not all parts of my life fit together with sense
 If these are your thoughts allow me to explain
 Listen close now for I will not say it again
 I curse you yourself with the doubts that you've shown!
 For this is my life and I made it my own
 Walk your path and you'll have your own stories in time
 'Til that day, I shall drink just to mine
 A curse upon you! Sorrow fall thick and fast!
 Your days have been numbered, each hour your last!
 May the land, sea or sky turn to swallow you whole!
 And fore'er ne'er forget what you stole