They're robbers as well as we!
Then fill up the bowl,
Through heart and through soul,
Let the red wine circle free,
Drink health and cheer,
To the Buccaneer.
He's monarch of the sea.
"I like that song," said one of the men, whose long sober face and solemn, drawling voice had gained for him among his companions the title of Parson. "I like that song; it has the ring of the true metal, and speaks my sentiments exactly. It's as good as a sermon, and better than some sermons I've heard."
"It preaches the doctrine I've always preached, and that is that the whole world is filled with creatures who live by preying upon each other, and of all the animals that infest the earth, man is the worst and cruelest."
"What! Parson!" said one of the men, "you don't mean to say that the whole world's nothing but a set of thieves and murderers!"