| We were schooner rigged and rakish with a long and lissome hull
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| And we flew the pretty colors of the crossbones and the skull
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| Wed a big black Jolly Roger flappin grimly at the fore
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| And we sailed the Spanish waters in the happy days of yore
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| So we sailed with booty on the board
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| Lived a life of whisky and the sword
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| Plundered them and pretty pranks we played
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| Laughed at them and then we sailed away
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| Wed a long brass gun amidships like a well-conducted ship,
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| We had each a brace of pistols and a cutlass at the hip,
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| Its a point that tells against us and a fact to be deplored,
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| But we chased the goodly merchant men and laid their ships aboard
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| So we sailed with booty on the board
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| Lived a life of whisky and the sword
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| Plundered them and pretty pranks we played
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| Laughed at them and then we sailed away
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| Then the dead men fouled the scuppers
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| And the wounded filled the chains
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| And the paintwork all was spatter-dashed,
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| With other peoples brains.
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| She was boarded she was looted
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| She was scuttled till she sank
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| And the pale survivors left us By the medium of the plank |