Hoist The Colors in Piratas do Caribe

The king and his men
Stole the queen from her bed
And bound her in her bones
The seas be ours and by the powers
Where we will well roam

Yo, ho, all together
Hoist the colors high
Leave ho, thieves and beggars
Never shall we die

Some men have died and some are alive
And others sail on the sea
With he keys to the cage
And the devil to pay we lay to fiddler's green

The bell has been raised
From it's watery grave
Do you hear it's sepulchral tone
We are a call to all, pay head the squall
And turn your sail toward home