He was born at the shore of Greenhock
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 andquot;He was bred to the seaandquot;
In 1697, the andquot;Adventurer...andquot; was setting its sails
With the letter of marque and reprisal
Kidd was prepared for his trail
They sailed the sea with the mission
To hunt down andquot;Tewandquot; and andquot;Long Benandquot;
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 andquot;Adventurer...andquot; 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
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 lords testified, their unholy lies
To save their own heads from the gallows
They sacrificed Kidd
They took him for a ride
That conspiratorial 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
