| Chorus: It’s wonderful living the life of a pirate
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| With the freedom to take what we can
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| And we’ll sail the world over, searchin' for plunder
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| Not fearin' to face any man, not fearin' to face any man
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| We call no man our master, no lord and no king
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| Not long in one place do we stay
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| And this world is for those who can grab it, and hold it
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| Possession’s the law of the day
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| So we take what we want, we don’t bother with buyin'
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| We say what we mean, there ain’t no point to lyin'
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| Don’t like what we say, you might find yourself dyin'
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| In a manner too gruesome to say
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| When we come into town to spend all our spoils
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| A good time will be had by all
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| We’ll all head to some pub to get drunk on our arses
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| When we’re there, there ain’t no last call
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| I’ll get rum for meself and buy ale for me friends
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| And a great deal of loot on the wenches I’ll spend
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| When the money’s all gone it’s off to sea again
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| To trade cargo for cannonball
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| There’s not one of us left who has not yet been blooded
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| For killing’s a part of our trade
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| And the only thing standing between us and death
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| Is strength of arm, and speed of blade
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| So we live every day like it might be our last
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| For all of us know that life is hard and fast
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| We live for the moment, don’t care 'bout the past
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| From this is our comradeship made |