What'll it be, what'll it be
did ya fight for your right to be free
did the drummer play, did you win the day
what'll it be boy's what'll it be
Prepared to make a stand, near a tropic island
merely seven days out to sea
and the men did gloat with their sails afloat
together we'll make history. They said'
What'll it be, what'll it be
should we fight for our right to be free
what'll the Captain say if we win the day
what'll it be boys what'll it be
Seventeen'O Two, but an hour or two
from a battle that could change their lives
Then the boatswain yelled yonder lies their sails
prepare for a glorious fight
What'll it be, what'll it be
Will you fight for your right to be free
Lets end this day while the drummer plays
what'll it be boys what'll it be
A courageous lot, as the cannons shot
they fired their guns at will
There were screams of rage, and cutlasses raised
when the Captain gave the order to kill. He said
What'll it be, what'll it be
You must fight for your right to be free
there's a room in port, with a wench in store
What'll it be, lads what'll it be
The fire had been stoked, and billowing smoke
was still seen several miles from the tail
There was a sense of pride along the whole top-side
and all the men did wail.
What'll it be, what'll it be
We have fought for our right to be free
Being bold and brave, we have won the day
What'll it be, boys what'll it be
What'll it be, what'll it be
we ahve done what is right and now we're free
What can I get ya son, shall it be some rum?
What'll it be... boys.... what'll it be
What'll it be!
