Following my posting yesterday, I checked all my record sources and came up with the following entitled "Smith of Bristol." The song is by The Dubliners and as I have not heard the Battlefield version, I am not sure if it what you are looking for. However, here it is.

"Smith was a Bristol man and a rare old sort was he;
With his cutlass and his pistols,Heave Ya Ho!
With a noble crew of cut-throats he used to scour the sea
A-plundering and a-robbing high and low.
He swore 'twas no concern; he didn't give a herrin'
About right or wrong or any holy show.
He swore that grabbing booty was Britain's foremost duty,
Wherever She could get it, Heave Ya Ho.

"Chorus:
Heave Ya Ho, Heave Ya Ho, Heave Ya Ho, Heave Ya Ho!
He swore that grabbing booty was Britain's foremost duty.
Wherever She could get it. Heave Ya Ho.

"For Smith was a noble soul and lofty was his pride;
With his cutlass and his pistols, Heave Ya Ho.
He'd watch his beaten foemen jump out into the tide.
Call 'Ye beggars ye had no where else to go.'
And hanging on his lanyards were Portugese and Spaniards
And beaten Frenchmen jumping too and fro.
Right along the blazing story shall illumed in England's glory.
Pirate Smith of Bristol, Heave Ya Ho.

Chorus.

"But accidents will happen, even to heroes such as he
With his cutlass and his pistols, Heave Ya Ho.
He was standing at his capstain as happy as could be;
Hoping soon to have another prize in tow.
When a whistling Spanish bullet came and caught him in the gullet,
And very sad to say laid him low.
He was only 97 but his soul has gone to heaven
To rest on Nelson's bosom, Heave Ya Ho.

Chorus."

Excuse the punctuation but I took it down as it sounded. Would like to know if that is the version you are seeking. Mike.

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Line breaks added. --JoeClone