Little glass baubles
And trinkets aplenty,
Some say I’m greedy
Or even thirsty
I sell you trinkets
You give me money,
For those who are worthy
I sell weapons, armour, and pots
I take gold, treasure, and even some moors,
I’ve been stabbed, pierced and shot
But the one thing I’m not: is poor!
Pirates and bandits are my greatest foes!
I pay you for your fix to my woes!
Galleons, galleons, no brighter thing!
No matter what, I’m always winning!