| Pain of hunger’s growing stronger
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| The wages are gone, can’t wait no longer
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| I have to sign on under every flag
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| If I want to live, I have to flag
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| Engaged, I hit the sea
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| Never thought of mutiny
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| The work is hard, the pay is low
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| We’re treated bad, our anger grows
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| The waterbarrels going bad
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| Daily a sailor dies by fag
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| Whip cracks pain’s their holy law
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| If they’re going too far this means war
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| Stand up and fight, stand up and fight
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| Stand up and fight, stand up and fight
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| A seaman disobeys a law
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| The whip cracks, flowing gore
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| He gets a hundred cuts, one too much
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| His death feeds our grudge
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| Engaged, I hit the sea
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| Never thought of mutiny
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| The work is hard, the pay is low
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| We’re treated bad, our anger grows
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| The waterbarrels going bad
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| Daily a sailor dies by fag
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| Whip cracks pain’s their holy law
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| If they’re going too far this means war
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| The waterbarrels going bad
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| Daily a sailor dies by fag
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| Whip cracks pain’s their holy law
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| If they’re going too far this means war
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| With grinning looks we precede
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| Revenge for the ones who’d bleed
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| Encircling bastards who killed
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| Their eyes show fear, they’re thilled |