Badger’s at the helm again,
Cutlas on his shoulder,
A brace of pistols ‘cross his chest,
He says, come on lads, I told yer,
Tighten up the ropey things,
And raise the Jolly Rodger,
Put fear into the hearts of knaves,
For we are much more bolder.
We’ll sail the seas and ride the waves,
And roam the whole world over,
We’ll scream a shanty at the wind,
We’ll feast in fields of clover.
And we’ll make the world a better place,
Before it gets much older,
‘Cause Badger’s at the helm me lads,
The stripy ocean rover. 
And the crew they all cried hip hooray,
‘Cos they were having fun,
And badger winked his winky eye,
And took a slug of Wildwood rum.