Stavanger Bay you don't own me

She didn't hide her interest in the seagull, openly licking her lips at the smell of the fresh meat. Maude's eyes couldn't tear away from the feathers floating in the breeze, and she tried hard to keep her attention on the girl. Oooo~ A siren, eh? Wot're ye doin' so far from the water, lass? She teased, playing along for a while. The pirate stepped closer, locking her eyes with the girl's to try to distract her. She wasn't that subtle, however. 'Lovely'? Harr! Truly, then? 'aven't 'eard that word t'describe it.

With cutlass and gun,
O we fought for hours three;
Blow high! Blow low! And so sailed we.
The ship it was their coffin
And their grave it was the sea
A-sailing down along
The coast of High Barbary!

She sang the last phrase of the song, her slightly out of tune voice echoing once more on the lonely shore. Call that 'lovely' lass?