I found this - credited to am "R. Cyrus"

THE BUCCANEERS
(R. Cyrus)   

Down to the sea in ships my lads,
to sail on the bounding main,
and cross over the seven seas again,
with a sailor's old refrain;

CHORUS:
Now set the halyards for the wind,
and climb the rigging high,
'til the spars must groan and bend a bit,
as they stretch up to the sky.

Up with the Jolly Roger, men,
a hunting we will go,
in the shadow of the gallows then,
we'll lay those Spaniards low;

we spy a frigate so' so' east,
so hasten to the chase,
and as we near, we draw up short,
and train our guns to face;

the sounds of cannons fill the air,
and powder burns our eyes,
so now our flintlocks cocked and bare,
in quest of our great prize;

we rake their decks with shot and shell,
then swing aboard to fight,
the Spaniards die most nobly,
resisting through the night;

by dawn the decks run red with blood,
the Buccaneers have won,
so now with not a Spaniard left,
the fighting's finally done.

Our lads invade most every hold
in search of golden loot,
and when this task is finally done,
observe their homeward route;

so westward to those misty isles,
to Port Royal we sail,
to savor every venal lust,
where Buccaneers prevail.

And when they some day hang us high,
then bury us at sea,
for here we lived and here we die,
it's where we want to be.