| Who’ll make his mark
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| The captain cried
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| To the devil drink a toast
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| We’ll glut the hold
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| With cups of gold
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| And we’ll feed the sea with ghosts
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| I see your hunger for a fortune
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| Could be better
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| Served beneath my flag
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| If you’ve the stomach
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| For a broadside
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| Come aboard my pretty boys
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| I will take you and make you
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| Everything you’ve ever dreamed
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| Make fast the guns tonight we sail
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| When the high tide floods the bay
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| Cut free the lines
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| And square the yards
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| Get the black flag stowed away
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| The turk the arab and the spaniard
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| Will soon have pennies on their eyes
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| And any other laden fancy
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| We will take her by surprise
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| I will take you and make you
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| Everything you’ve ever dreamed
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| Six days off the cuban coast
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| When a sail ahead they spied
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| A galleon of the treasure fleet
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| The mizzen lookout cried
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| Closer to the wind my boys
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| The mad eyed captain roared
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| For every man that’s alive tonight
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| Will be hauling gold aboard
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| Spare us the galleon begged
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| But mercy’s face had fled
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| Blood ran from the screaming souls
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| The cutlass harvested
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| Driven to the quarter deck
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| The last survivor fell
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| She’s ours my boys
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| The captain grinned
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| And no one left to tell
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| The captain rose from a silk divan
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| With a pistol in his fist
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| And shot the lock from an iron box
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| And a blood red ruby kissed
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| I give you jewelry of turquoise
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| A crucifix of solid gold
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| One hundred thousand silver pieces
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| It is just as I foretold
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| You, you see there before you
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| Everything you’ve ever dreamed
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| Anchored in an indigo moonlit bay
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| Gold eyed 'round fires
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| The sea thieves lay
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| Morning, white shells
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| And a pipe of clay
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| As the wind filled their footprints
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| They were far, far away
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| Our sails swell full
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| As we brave all seas
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| On a westward wind
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| To live as we please
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| With the wicked wild eyed woman
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| Of portobello town
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| Where we’ve been told
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| That a purse of gold
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| Buys any man a crown
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| They will serve you and cloth you
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| Exchange your rags
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| For the velvet coats of kings
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| Who’ll drink a toast with me I give you liberty
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| This town is ours — tonight
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| Landlord wine
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| And make it the finest
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| Make it a cup for a sea dogs thirst
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| Two long years of bones and beaches
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| Fever and leaches did their worst
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| So fill the night with paradise
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| Bring me peach and peacock
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| 'till I burst
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| But first, I want a soft touch
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| In the right place
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| I want to feel like a king tonight
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| Ten on the black
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| To beat the frenchman
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| Back you dogs
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| Give them room to turn
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| Now open wide sweet heavens gate
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| Tonight were gonna
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| See if heaven burns
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| I want an angel on a gold chain
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| And I’ll ride her to the stars
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| It’s the last time
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| For a long, long time
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| Come the daybreak we embark
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| On the flood of the morning tide
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| Once more the ocean cried
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| This company will return one day
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| Though we feel your tears
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| It’s the price we pay
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| For there’s prizes to be taken
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| And glory to be found
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| Cut free the chains
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| Make fast your souls
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| We are eldorado bound
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| I will take you
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| For always, forever, together
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| Until hell calls our names
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| Who’ll drink a toast with me To the devil and the deep blue sea
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| Gold drives a man to dream |