• As she stood there,Her skin as white as chalk,

    Her husband there with her,Lying on the dock.

    Some people cheered,Some people cried,

    For this was the day,They had died.

    Her little saloon skirt,Covered in blood,

    While the Jolly Rodger was surrounded in mud.

    His little pirate hat,

    As dirty as that!

    And their parrot Sally gone too.

    As the man trembled with the knife,

    Saying "What am i going to do!?"