| Taking to the sails at dawn
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| Ravage the seven seas
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| Yo ho, Yo ho, this Pirates life for me
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| We’ll slit your throat; |
| you’ll walk the plank
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| The sharks are all you’ll see
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| Yo ho, Yo ho, 'cause Pirates we all be
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| Reaching Port Town by dusk
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| The Jolly Roger flying high
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| Caught in a fairwinds sky
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| We’ve come to rape and pillage —
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| And plunder the village
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| Too the tavern we’ll march
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| Alcohol surrounds — The true commodore of the seas
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| Rum and ale, to corrupt our black hearts
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| Through bloodshot eyes we’ll claim our prize
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| Wenches and whores and gold galore
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| We’ll call this rusty shanty 'home'
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| for but one night, come morn — we’ll roam
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| Across the seas, to the horizon’s edge
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| Avast ye!
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| Hornswogglin' swashbucklers!
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| Buccaneers of the Spanish Main
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| The scourge of all scallywags
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| Swimming in doubloons — Yet still marooned
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| On some godforsaken island
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| Nothin' left to do but bury in sand
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| Bury our hope — upon Cap’n’s demand
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| Treasure in a chest — Marked with an 'X'
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| Sail into the golden sunset
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| In a world of map-drawn lines
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| True paradise defined
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| Yo ho, Yo ho, in this Pirates life of mine |