| Weigh anchor, hoist the sails
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| Cruisin' for booty on watery trails
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| No exploiter we see can still sail on Our cannons fire till his ship goes down
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| Fly our flag, we teach them fear
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| Capture them, the end is near
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| Firing guns they shell burn
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| Surrender or fight there’s no return
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| Under Jolly Roger
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| Venerable scoundrels, no blood on our hands
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| Our engagement are tough, but only for defence
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| Carefully we sail around the reefs
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| To force those die-hards to their knees
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| Fly our flag, we teach them fear
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| Capture them, the end is near
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| Firing guns they shell burn
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| Surrender or fight there’s no return
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| Under Jolly Roger
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| Coming through the waves to free all the captives
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| Boarding the vessels we know all the tactics
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| We’re the menace, the curse of the sea
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| We pulverize the men’o’war pay or flee
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| Fly our flag, we teach them fear
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| Capture them, the end is near
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| Firing guns they shell burn
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| Surrender or fight there’s no return
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| Under Jolly Roger |