| Thirty-four years ago, a fatherless son, in the ashes of Charles Town I was born
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| My dad gave his life, for his baby and wife, he was shot by Juan de Alarcón
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| As the Spaniards returned by the end of the year, there I my first memory
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| acquired
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| From my big sister’s arms, saw the the blazing barn when my mom did perish in
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| the fire
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| So hush now my child, put your sorrows aside
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| For the greater good we must sacrifice
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| For our free colony, for the trade overseas
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| For Bourbon, for Spain or for England
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| As our town was rebuilt the following year, we witnessed the Englishmen return
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| And my sister was hanged for bedding a man, that had from the Spanish fleet
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| adjourned
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| Then Nassau was sacked, when the Bourbon attacked and into the woods we did
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| escape
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| There I met a man who told me his plan how our own fate he thought that we
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| could shape
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| Hush now my child, put your sorrows aside
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| For the greater good we must sacrifice
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| For our free colony, for the trade overseas
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| For Bourbon, for Spain or for England
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| So I joined a crew called the Flying Gang and we fought for our own sovereignty
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| With my pistol in hand for the sake of our land, I spread terror and death
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| across the seas
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| In a mighty blockade, we crippled the trade, had the freedom from Europe in our
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| view
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| It’d been long overdue to start something new, from the ashes of tyranny we grew
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| Hush now my child, put your sorrows aside
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| For the greater good we must sacrifice
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| For our free colony, for the trade overseas
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| For Bourbon, for Spain or for England
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| But every night, in my bunk or my bed, a young boy stares into my mind
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| Who’s parents I slew, as I righteously drew my cutlass and stabbed them from
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| behind
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| Like so often before, in these times of war, regardless to what end or to what
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| gain
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| Our children still bleed and no matter the cause, our blades and pistols hurt
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| the same
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| Hush now my child, put your sorrows aside
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| For the greater good we must sacrifice
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| For our free colony, for the trade overseas
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| For Bourbon, for Spain or for England |