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Men of good fortune, privateers and gunmen!
The captain's speaking
Listen and speak up, you got equal vote
the quartermaster stands clear for your rights
drown the black jack in the hogshead at times
howl on the frenchmen
let them dance the hempen jig
before seeing them to Davy Jones
skip on the jolly red, show solid black,
let them know, they're alive, but dead
Listen and speak up, you got equal vote
the quartermaster stands clear for your rights
drown the black jack in the hogshead at times
howl on the englishmen
let them dance the hempen jig
before seeing them to Davy Jones
skip on the jolly red, show solid black,
let them know, they're alive, but dead
swing the cutlasses, sing hail to the thieves
the souls of deceased men shall be released
buccaneers, teach fear of what you don't fear
if death brings life to the less forsaken here
terrorize the tyrant,
shake the throne of god
there's a hangman in a golden tunnel
shaking with the image of the dwarf next to him
reading out his testimonial:
Oh, hungry, oh tired, oh long lost friend,
oh poor, oh, always denied, oh shadows of a dead end
swing the cutlasses, sing hail to the thieves
the souls of deceased men shall be released
buccaneers, teach fear of what you don't fear
if death brings life to the less forsaken here
terrorize the tyrant,
shake the throne of god
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