THE DUNDALK PRIVATEERS					DK
(Original music)												(revised 8/3/06)

We all were once hard workin' folks
That fortune had ignored,
But now we ply a better trade
Since we have come aboard.
Sailors, teamsters, watermen,
A couple engineers:
All goin' down the ocean* with		*pronounced down-e-o`-shin (for the non-native)
The Dundalk Privateers!

CHORUS:	Well, hey d'ere boys, hot-cha-cha,
How ya doin' hon?
We sail the mighty Chesapeake
In search of pirate fun.
We drink our fill of Natty Boh
And other local beers.
From Bawlmer to Annap'lis, we're
The Dundalk Privateers!

We sail a mighty pirate ship;
Well, maybe not so great.
A small, refitted skipjack
With a crew of twenty-eight.
We named our ship The Ripken
Because it's without peer,
And sail with Captain Harvey of
The Dundalk Privateers.

CHORUS

We all show deep conviction
That what we do is right,
And never sail on Wednesday
'Cause that's our bowlin' night.
We won't harass the locals, so
To them we've been endeared.
McHenry's guns are silent for
The Dundalk Privateers.

CHORUS

We know our limitations
We know when we're outgunned
We stay away from bigger ships
We know we can't outrun.
So maybe we'll enjoy our booty
In our later years;
And we can all retire from
The Dundalk Privateers.

CHORUS

From the land of pleasant living, we're the Dundalk Privateers.