| In a filthy old tavern in the port of Belfast
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| There sat a drunken laddie, he was tall as a scooner’s mast
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| He said «My name is Charles and I am your king
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| An' my royal arse on your ship you shall bring!»
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| Well I said «You sure can swagger, but a king you are not»
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| And if I had that fucker here, I’d sure have him shot!
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| «But I need one more swabber, and we’re leavin' tonight
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| And you’ll find the pay is good, can you sail, can you fight.»
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| We are Ye Banished Privateers
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| We are King Charlie’s rovers, we’re sailors besmeared
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| We are Ye Banished Privateers
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| We’ll be hanged by the neck if near England we steer
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| But Charlie was a weak one, a real worthless prick
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| He threw up all the time 'cause the salt made 'em sick
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| And when we were plundering a rich merchant ship
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| He ran into hiding, trembling his lip
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| But sea legs can grow on the weakest of lads
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| It turned out some talent in fencing I had
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| Once I grew fond of the pirate charade
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| I’d be the first to dive into the fray
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| We are Ye Banished Privateers
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| We are King Charlie’s rovers, we’re sailors besmeared
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| We are Ye Banished Privateers
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| We’ll be hanged by the neck if near England we steer
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| We roamed all over the seven seas
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| We plundered wherever there riches may be
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| From ye coast of Tortuga to ye shores of Cape Horn
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| We looted n' pillaged both poor and well born
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| For each passing year an' each bottle of rum
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| Had Charlie a more vicious pirate become
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| One with the laddies so fearful and great
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| He advanced to the rank of first mate
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| We are Ye Banished Privateers
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| We are King Charlie’s rovers, we’re sailors besmeared
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| We are Ye Banished Privateers
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| We’ll be hanged by the neck if near England we steer
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| But each thing so good, must come to an end
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| And Charlie a letter from England was sent
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| It turned that rascal was truly our king
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| He returned from his exile during the spring
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| I gave them my blessing to rove n' I said
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| «A yearly wager in gold you’ll be paid
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| But back home to England you cannot return
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| For you are the scum of the Earth I have learned!»
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| We are Ye Banished Privateers
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| We are King Charlie’s rovers, we’re sailors besmeared
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| We are Ye Banished Privateers
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| We’ll be hanged by the neck if near England we steer
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| We are Ye Banished Privateers
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| We are King Charlie’s rovers, we’re sailors besmeared
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| We are Ye Banished Privateers
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| We’ll be hanged by the neck if near England we steer
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| We are Ye Banished Privateers
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| We are King Charlie’s rovers, we’re sailors besmeared
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| We are Ye Banished Privateers
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| We’ll be hanged by the neck if near England we steer! |