Oh, Jhonny was a daring lad,
He left his home one fateful morn, beneath a golden sky.
With naught but wind to guide his way, he set upon the tide,
To seek his fate on distant shores, where restless spirits ride."
Through raging storms, through waters black as night,
He danced upon the deck with fate, a devil in the fight.
The silver shone, the torch burned, the gold was piled high,
And Jhonny swore he'd not return 'til riches met his eye.
Oh, Jhonny, bold Jhonny, the sea it made you free,
With cutlass drawn and sails unfurled, you laughed upon the breeze.
Through battles fierce and tempests wild, your name was known afar,
A pirate king, a reaver bold, a demon born for war!
But old men dream of hearth and home when youth has had its say,
And so, with pockets full of gold, he turned his ship away.
To find the village he had left, a lifetime in the past,
And place his weary bones to rest in peace and gold at last.
