Stavanger Bay you don't own me

'Tis a pirate song, love. Ye pretty sirens 'ave no ear fer such tripe. The wench watched as the "siren" filled her lungs and began to sing. The song was familiar to Maude; having lived among pirates her whole life, she knew a slew of sea-themed songs. This one, while not totally committed to memory like other, raunchier ones, did sound a bit jumbled to her. Didn't it end with something about 'Cupid'? 

Her ear flicked and the crooked smile twitched slightly as she realized she caught the so-called "siren" in a bit of a trap. Ye missed a few lines there, lass. Sirens, as this girl claimed to be, would know a whole song inside and out. 'ave ye been out o' t'water fer too long?