| By the rail he stands
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| on black waves he rides
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| The tomorrow belongs to him
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| and the queen by his side
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| Do not fear the storm
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| master the oaken galley
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| and be brave at heart
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| for your king and country
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| Turn the prow towards the storm
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| for it’s too late to turn back
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| Royal galley under the sky
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| Ooooh ooooh
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| Breaking waves oh, so high
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| Ooooh ooooh
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| The ship is swaying
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| great white sails are torn
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| «Work harder faithful crew,
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| or you’ll do nothing more.»
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| The firm hand of doom
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| makes the ship heal.
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| Rocking out of control
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| bending up its keel
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| The impsing galley twists and turns
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| struggling in the wild waves
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| Royal galley sailing no more
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| Ooooh ooooh
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| The ship is doomed forevermore
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| Ooooh ooooh
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| Panic and agony hands in the cold air
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| as we’re heading towards our destiny
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| The figurehead is going down towards the black end
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| never to be seen again crossing the seven seas
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| Clashing waves are our tragic requiem
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| since the maiden voyage was the last to be The golden flagship of the fleet
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| is heading for its deepest grave
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| Royal galley lost at sea
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| Ooooh ooooh
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| Down in the deep, resint in peace
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| Ooooh ooooh |