| Olly Rogers — The Flying Dutchman
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| The sky was grey and cloudy
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| And the wind was from the west
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| When we spied a battered frigate
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| With her tattered sail full dressed
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| They signaled they had letters home
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| They asked if we could take
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| They dropped them in a barrel
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| They left bobbing in their wake
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| We reefed the sails and slowed the ship
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| To fish they barrel out
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| The old ship sailed to the distance
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| And we saw her come about
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| The captain watched through a spy-glass
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| And we heard him catch his breath
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| And we saw the storm a-brewing
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| Had become a wall of death
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| Turn this ship around me boys
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| Turn around and run!
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| That storm it wants a battle
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| And it’s sure that were outgunned!
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| What of the ship that’s out there
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| Do we leave her to the gale?
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| She’s called the Flying Dutchman
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| And it’s rage that fills her sails!
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| The thunder growled like demons
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| And the lightning stabbed the waves
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| And the Dutchman she leapt t’wards us
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| Riding fury from the graves
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| Our captain, he stayed at the wheel
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| The crew they manned the lines
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| And still that ship and storm
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| Were quickly closing in behind
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| Our ship we crest a giant wave
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| And crashed to the trough below
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| And the crew held on to what they could
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| They were damned if they let go
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| The rain and sea and storm winds
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| Crashed against our ship with wrath
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| And from the deck of that cursed ship
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| We could hear them laugh
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| Turn this ship around me boys!
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| Turn around and run!
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| That storm it wants a battle
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| And it’s sure that we’re outgunned!
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| That ghostly ship is hunting us
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| It’s bringing on the gale!
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| She’s called the Flying Dutchman
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| And it’s rage that fills her sails!
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| That was when we sighted land
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| It became a race with time
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| We believed it Santa Marta
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| The Dutchman closing in behind
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| «Risk it all!» |
| the captain cried
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| «It's the only chance we got!»
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| Salvation if we make it
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| And our souls if we get caught
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| The storm was all around us
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| And the Dutchman cut our wind
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| The beast nearly capsized up
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| And we watched our strong mast bend
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| We were almost to the harbor
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| We could see the natural break
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| And each man willed her forward
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| For they knew what was at stake
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| Once we charged into that harbor
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| The Dutchman heaved away
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| And we heard their bitter screams
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| For the devil lost his prey
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| Once we made it safely
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| To the leeward of the bay
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| We cracked that barrel open
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| To see what those letters say
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| There must have been a hundred
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| And that’s when we realized
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| These moldy parchments were addressed
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| To those who’d long since died
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| If you see a battered frigate
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| ‘neath a grey and stormy sky
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| Give way and watch behind you
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| Or you’ll hear your captain cry |