Now for the pirates’ lair!
Oh, joy unbounded,
Oh, sweet relief,
Oh, rapture an example,
At last I may atone in some slight measure
For the repeated acts of theft and pillage
Of which, at a sense of duty’s stern dictation
I, circumstance’s victim, have been guilty!
Your late commander!
And I, your little Ruth!
Oh, mad intruders!
How dare ye face me!
Know ye not, oh rash ones,
That I have doomed you to extermination?
Have mercy on us
Here us ere you slaughter!
I do not think i ought to listen to you;
Yet mercy should alloy our stern resentment,
And so, I will be merciful