Heave up, heave up, up her anchor goes Heave up, heave up, up she goes Heave up, heave up, up her anchor goes Heave up, heave up, up she goes Dressed in a pair of calico pants And a cutlass by my side Off I sailed with Jack and his men To live that pirate life But a woman on a ship is a cursed thing So a man I had to be I couldn't care less to be free of corsets As a man I felt like me She can hoist the ropes and down the rum Plough the briny sea But a woman on a ship is scandalous So Anne is a man at sea Hoist the ropes and down the rum Here a man be free But a woman on a ship is scandalous So Anne is a man at sea Dressed in a pair of calico pants And me red hair tied back low They called me Tom the pirate lad And welcomed me aboard But every night in his cabin Jack and I would meet 'Cause I still liked being a woman His lover Anne Bonny She can hoist the ropes and down the rum Plough the briny sea But a woman on a ship is scandalous So Anne is a man at sea Hoist the ropes and down the rum Here a man be free But a woman on a ship is scandalous So Anne is a man at sea Dressed in a pair of calico pants Did they doubt or did they know? Did they catch Tom the pirate lad's Belly start to grow?