two hundred loathsome cutthroats
armed to the teeth hurling there
grenades as they get closer
to the beach we had cutlasses
and blunderbusses off to get
an island with the only money
tree take it from the rich bless
the pirates jump the ship and
torture them the rich a twenty-one
gun salute and three loud cheers
pirate rowed ashore for their
fair blosdy share town croud
shouted out
viva le roi
twenty more cannons
thirty-four muskets
headed out for treasure in the bourbon
islands plunder take was gold
diamonds silks an porcelains
madagascar we're comin for
your barrels of rum a wooden
leg i stand on by
yer gallows we hung
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