There's a tattooed man
With a cut off hand
Got tales to tell, from a far away land
Without both king and noblemen
In the grand libery town
A free port where you'll never see
No royal laws, authority
Where speech is free and so shall be
In the grand libery town
If you enter the docks by the smugglers stairs
There'll be a ship that will take you there
Fortune or rank won't matter here
In the grand libery town
Land of the free
Libertalia!
Guarded by the people of the
Land of the free
Libertalia!
Guarded by the people of the sea!
The harlot seats on the high sea throne
The slave in robes with a golden crown
The nobleman wears a jester's cap
In the grand libery town
The hinges are stolen from a prision door
The gallows are lacking rope and more
The hangman is armed with a rotten oar
In the grand libery town
Land of the free
Libertalia!
Guarded by the people of the
Land of the free
Libertalia!
Guarded by the people of the sea!
You don't have to be slaves anymore!
Loose the yardarm foremast men!
Leave the papal cross to the dirt!
Throw your beggar bowl!
Stop dancing the music of your chains!
Bid defiance to the powers of europe
That wallow in luxury at your dispense
Equality is trodden underfoot
I bid you to lawfully make war all over the world!
What's mine is yours
And yours is mine!
Sharing bread and gold and wine!
No locked doors, no greedy swine
In the grand libery town!
Land of the free
Libertalia!
Guarded by the people of the
Land of the free
Libertalia!
Guarded by the people of the
Land of the free
Libertalia!
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