Lyrics:
Hundred masts, thirty flagsAn island in the gulf of DarienSandglas, bloody heartFlying high above the sceneMarooners with loaded gunsAre still waiting at the quayA hungry fleet from underworld'Freedom' is the law they pray'Black strap', rum and ginSexual freedom all the wayA rolling dice, an ace of heartsOne shall win and one's to payConcord and freedomNo need for the holy writRebellions, non - servileSpitting on religious hypocritesPort RoyalA cry of freedom on the seaWhen the ' oxford ', hits the seaSlave driver learns the moses lawThere is no chance, they can't escapeThey hunt them down and eat'em rawGin Lane, New ProvidenceIt all is now since along time goneBut there are still descendantsPort Royal's spirit lives forever onPort RoyalA cry of freedom on the sea.