Ballad Of William Kidd
  Music & Lyrics: Rolf Kasparek
    He was born at the shore of Greenock in the year 1645,
  Ran away at the age of fourteen, to flee from his soul-killing life
  He signed on to sail the wild-winds
  but he worked down his hands and his knees
  he stood his test on the waters, so they said "He was bred to the sea."
    In 1697, the "Adventure..." was setting its sails
  With the letters of marque and reprisal, Kidd was prepared for his trail
  They sailed the sea with the mission, to hunt down "Tew" and "Long Ben"
  A serious riot was rising, so Kidd struck down one of his men
  And he died!
    Blue-blooded men they fell from grace
  Piranhas eating their own
  They sacrificed at the altar of lies
  So fate took its course in the ballad of William Kidd
    The "Adventure..." returned to her hometown, Kidd was forced to defence
  They charged him with looting and murder his patrons and generous friends
  he'd left his crew at St.Thomas, to guard his honour from shame
  But the lords they lied like a trooper, not to lose their own heads in the game
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    The lords testified, their unholy lies, to save their own heads from the gallows
  They sacrificed Kidd, they took him for a ride, that conspirational fellows
    They judged him and they found him guilty of piracy of the high seas
  Betraying men of honour, you know lie and cheat as they please
  A case of judicial murder caused the death of a seafaring man
  Slanderous bunch of liars, to hell your souls will be damned
    Blue-blooded men they fell from grace
  Piranhas eating their own
  They sacrificed at the altar of lies
  So fate took its portentous course. What a shame!
  In the ballad of William Kidd