Hoist your black flag, your raven's wing
You're brimmin' poetry, spill it and sing it
Your sword is sharp, sugar, pull it and swing it now
Ándale!
You can wear that gag if that's your choice
Every crooked man, every crooked mile
Every crooked back of the rank and file
Same flood force, same blood course, same muddy source
As the crooked waters of the crooked Nile
And we come to plunder the day
We give all our takings away
Pulling off the veil the grass is pushing through the clay
Ándale! ( )
There in the wake of our daily grind