Sticks and Stones Ye Banished Privateers

I used to be a beggar man, living on the streets,
Beggin' all the better men, to help me get a meal.
But here's the thing with better men, they're best at being mean.
So I got fed with sticks and stones, that broke my bones.

So I became a wicker man, to learn an honest trade,
Asking all the better men to buy what I had made.
But here's the thing with better men, they're good at being cheap
So I got payed in kicks and spits,
And sticks and stones that broke my bones.

Sick of the receiving end, I donned the headsman's hood,
Rum drunk and with sword in hand, some justice serve I would.
But here's the thing with better men they never lie quite still,
So I got served with rotten eggs,
And kicks and spits,
And sticks and stones, that broke my bones.

Then I become a mariner, in the navy I enrolled
I learned from ranking better men, to do as I'd been told.
But here's the thing with better men, it's hard to make them pleased,
So all I got was chains and rope
And rotten eggs,
And kicks and spits,
And sticks and stones, that broke my bones.