Once a privateer for England, with a letter from the Queen,
He turned to piracy, in the Atlantic's rolling marine.
His name was Peter Easton, with a daring spirit's glow.
He plundered for gold and glory so many years ago.
In the harbors of St. John's, he gathered a fearsome crew,
Men of grit and valor, who to Easton's banner flew.
With ships like the Happy Adventure, they plundered far and wide,
Taking gold and silver, on the roaring ocean tide.
Peter Easton, bold and free,
Master of the wild, untamed sea.
From Newfoundland to the Spanish Main,
Your legend echoes, through the storm and rain.
From the waters of the Azores to the shores of Harbor Grace,
Easton built his fortress, in a hidden, secret place.
With cannons set and muskets ready, he ruled the waters wide,
The fearsome pirate Easton, with the ocean as his guide.
But every storm must quiet, and every tide must wane,
Easton sailed to Villefranche, leaving behind his fame.
Retiring as a nobleman, with riches from the sea,
His legend lives in stories, of adventure wild and free.
Peter Easton, bold and free,
Master of the wild, untamed sea.
From Newfoundland to the Spanish Main,
Your legend echoes, through the storm and rain.
Governors and merchants trembled, at the mention of his name,
For Easton and his loyal crew brought fortune and brought shame.
Yet in the hearts of seamen, his tales were told with pride,
Of battles fought and treasures won, on the shifting ocean tide.
Peter Easton, bold and free,
Master of the wild, untamed sea.
From Newfoundland to the Spanish Main,
Your legend echoes, through the storm and rain.
Three cheers for Easton, the pirate of renown,
For in the tales of seafarers, his name will not go down.
With bravery and daring, he roamed the endless blue,
The pirate Peter Easton, forever bold and true.
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Once a privateer for England, with a letter from the Queen,
He turned to piracy, in the Atlantic's rolling marine.
His name was Peter Easton, with a daring spirit's glow.
He plundered for gold and glory so many years ago.
In the harbors of St. John's, he gathered a fearsome crew,
Men of grit and valor, who to Easton's banner flew.
With ships like the Happy Adventure, they plundered far and wide,
Taking gold and silver, on the roaring ocean tide.
Peter Easton, bold and free,
Master of the wild, untamed sea.
From Newfoundland to the Spanish Main,
Your legend echoes, through the storm and rain.
From the waters of the Azores to the shores of Harbor Grace,
Easton built his fortress, in a hidden, secret place.
With cannons set and muskets ready, he ruled the waters wide,
The fearsome pirate Easton, with the ocean as his guide.
But every storm must quiet, and every tide must wane,
Easton sailed to Villefranche, leaving behind his fame.
Retiring as a nobleman, with riches from the sea,
His legend lives in stories, of adventure wild and free.
Peter Easton, bold and free,
Master of the wild, untamed sea.
From Newfoundland to the Spanish Main,
Your legend echoes, through the storm and rain.
Governors and merchants trembled, at the mention of his name,
For Easton and his loyal crew brought fortune and brought shame.
Yet in the hearts of seamen, his tales were told with pride,
Of battles fought and treasures won, on the shifting ocean tide.
Peter Easton, bold and free,
Master of the wild, untamed sea.
From Newfoundland to the Spanish Main,
Your legend echoes, through the storm and rain.
Three cheers for Easton, the pirate of renown,
For in the tales of seafarers, his name will not go down.
With bravery and daring, he roamed the endless blue,
The pirate Peter Easton, forever bold and true.
He turned to piracy, in the Atlantic's rolling marine.
His name was Peter Easton, with a daring spirit's glow.
He plundered for gold and glory so many years ago.
In the harbors of St. John's, he gathered a fearsome crew,
Men of grit and valor, who to Easton's banner flew.
With ships like the Happy Adventure, they plundered far and wide,
Taking gold and silver, on the roaring ocean tide.
Peter Easton, bold and free,
Master of the wild, untamed sea.
From Newfoundland to the Spanish Main,
Your legend echoes, through the storm and rain.
From the waters of the Azores to the shores of Harbor Grace,
Easton built his fortress, in a hidden, secret place.
With cannons set and muskets ready, he ruled the waters wide,
The fearsome pirate Easton, with the ocean as his guide.
But every storm must quiet, and every tide must wane,
Easton sailed to Villefranche, leaving behind his fame.
Retiring as a nobleman, with riches from the sea,
His legend lives in stories, of adventure wild and free.
Peter Easton, bold and free,
Master of the wild, untamed sea.
From Newfoundland to the Spanish Main,
Your legend echoes, through the storm and rain.
Governors and merchants trembled, at the mention of his name,
For Easton and his loyal crew brought fortune and brought shame.
Yet in the hearts of seamen, his tales were told with pride,
Of battles fought and treasures won, on the shifting ocean tide.
Peter Easton, bold and free,
Master of the wild, untamed sea.
From Newfoundland to the Spanish Main,
Your legend echoes, through the storm and rain.
Three cheers for Easton, the pirate of renown,
For in the tales of seafarers, his name will not go down.
With bravery and daring, he roamed the endless blue,
The pirate Peter Easton, forever bold and true.
Writer: Benjamin Sturge
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC