| Up with the Roger, the vessel is close
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| Cannons are loaded, the weapons prepared
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| Set up more sails, the distance grows
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| They try to escape but we shan’t care
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| Calico Jack, listen and hear my command
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| Calico Jack, I lead you to victory
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| Calico Jack, we shall win in the end
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| Calico Jack, you may believe what I foresee
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| Down with the Roger, the vessel’s too far
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| It’s time for the flag, no remorse
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| Anne and Mary, more rum in my jar
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| I need more refreshment before we set course
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| Changing the course, we must get in touch
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| Triple afford, he must not escape
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| Our breath in their neck they feel our grudge
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| We have to hurry to get them in scrape
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| Fight
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| Acrid smell of smoke in the air
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| White flag’s rising, mainmast breaks
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| Ears go deaf by my brother’s blare
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| Upper deck is taken over
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| All of sudden a yelling cry
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| Ports turn open, what a mess
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| Soldiers get out, comrades die
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| Desperate fights, we’re on the loose
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| John Rackham, you are charged and found guilty
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| Of murder and piracy of the high seas
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| In the name of Her Majesty you will be taken from this court
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| And be hung, drawn and quartered
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| What are your last words?
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| My last words? |
| Ha ha, who do you think you are?
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| What right have you to judge over my destiny?
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| Take your pompous words and stick 'em where the sun don’t shine
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| I swear we’ll meet again, bye |